Rush
for gold
They
all fail to do
The
final hurdle tumbles
The
agony to a lost bliss
The
bad whispers
Catching
on the lost fever
Somewhere
in our minds
We
can't believe we fail
Two
finals yet no gold
The
fighting spirit tumbles
The
agony for a wait
The
glitter loses its appeal
Now
there is one more to try
The
hope and aspirations of the nation
Let
the gold be the mover
The
history for our story
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