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The American Sport


 

Its late winter, that time of year

Its when you know its very near

Its when you pick up a ball and glove

And start to play the sport you love

Its when you play ball with eight of your best friends

And give it all you got till the season ends

Its a pair of cleats just throwing up dirt

And pushing yourself even though it hurts

Its a spirit and a state of mind

Its a love but an even stronger kind

Our effort and courage will never fall short

For we play baseball, the American sport

 
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