the squared circle
into the ropes
in the squared circle
beyond dreams and hopes
leaving blue and purple
falling on the mat
one fluid motion
slammed on your back
such a strange notion
hear the one, two, three
roar of the crowd
hard to believe
screaming just as loud
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