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12th October 2015
06:15pm BST

Autumn shade, the bustle Fine light that meets the green, No silence, game & ready Grasping greatness in between What's possible not estimated Expectations lusting means, Contested moments made from many Close-fisted crystal dreams The emerald pull, the captains breath O'Connell's state of grind, The flourished toe tap, the Kearneys carry that curls their captors wide No war, no scripted battle A sporting stake that binds them all, No pride in preparation Just an answer to one call Madigan marvels, the tears of man Unwinged & soaring in, The punt that powers in dynamic trance It's breathless, boiled & beckoning Henderson, Healy, Robbie Henshaw Intrusive movement batters blue, Gorgeous gains from Jamie Heaslip Manoeuvring madness in fortune due Fallen bones but unbrittle souls The tact in trusted seconds, 'Why do we fall Joe?' To get back up again To the rumble of a million green bellows Best & Toner, Ross & O'Brien the calmness in the surge, a force in turning over A force in turning tides Stern, steady & unabated Upon the gaze of imploring eyes O'Mahony, Earls & Johnny Sexton Sounded down but upwardly remain, The bandages unravel Filing true our throne of games Tommy Bowe & Murray low Mapping masters of the mind, The panache to place, to park by the post The goal for glory unrefined The doubtless stage of realisation Dewy grass & squalid shirts, A cup of gold may gather dust But legend, legacy, lives & purpose Recognition undisturbed
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