The Wrestlers
We are the wrestlers,
And it's a fine day to wrestle,
It's fine today and fine tomorrow,
It's o so fine, when we wrestle sorrow,
We are the wrestlers,
Worshipful hands and flexing feet,
I need to earn, so this sorrow I must meet,
Run and jump, grip and throw
Next move?
... I do not know
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