The Final

We are determined to win it all.
Setting the bar higher we strive.
In the end we will prevail.
We will work to win, and work to thrive.

The final begins now.
We are finally here.
Our mind on the prize.
We have no fear.

Score is close.
Almost done.
Final whistle.
We have won.

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