Sometimes my poor soul
is tumbling like a whipping bowl,
often I struggled and fall,
but always I was standing up,
because I want win the cup
and so I do not give up.
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Sometimes my poor soul
is tumbling like a whipping bowl,
often I struggled and fall,
but always I was standing up,
because I want win the cup
and so I do not give up.