The game He fancies

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The Sport Divine You like;
On autumn eves with moonlight sweet,
Filling hearts, You smile.

On summer days with air that's scorching,
Under heavy rain and frightening sleet,
With obscure glee You are revealed;
Upon extreme agitation You rise.

With floral fragrance in a breast honey-smeared,
With tune and beat in tempo like a lightning streak,
Taking our all and giving Your everything,
With everyone's heartcore You combine.

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