It is days that do not count, they contemplate each other. The fourth rise of the Primus Ligue was of these: feverish, lyrical, ruthless, where each stadium was a theatre and each goal a stanza.
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It is days that do not count, they contemplate each other. The fourth rise of the Primus Ligue was of these: feverish, lyrical, ruthless, where each stadium was a theatre and each goal a stanza.