The
sun rose on you, eight years ago...
Heralding
the future, the change and the revolution...
You
of a spirit and heart, unrivalled and unequalled
None
even coming closer to your fiefdom...
Paving
the way for stronger comebacks...
Even
in darkness of your absence
Belief
in you unquestionable
In
the glittering array of magnificence
As
you march forwards,
Triumph
after triumph, glory after glory
We
bow down in utter veneration...
Not
God, you are not
Yet
respect over-flows
Staked
a claim over our hearts, you have...
Never
to be rescinded, never to be revokedFor the Mallorcan,
For the undisputed Parisian...
The man who conquered the eighth octave...
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