"When you walk through a storm, Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of a storm, There's a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown.. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone....... "
bar mofftak: Sjukt egentligen; det gnälls ganska friskt om Timrås spel under matcherna här inne (ingen nämnd, ingen glömd). Forechecken klickar inte, passningsspelet är bedrövligt, defensiven obefintlig och slarvigt, anfallsspelet är trubbigt.
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"When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown..
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone....... "