Remember when you were young, you shone like the Sun.
Shine on you crazy Owen.
Then there was the look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy Owen.
You were caught on the crossfire of the Blancos and the Magpies,
blown by the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the pinnacle too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy Owen.
Threatened by injuries at night, and laughed upon in the light.
Shine on you crazy Owen.
Well you scored on your welcome with random precision,
rode on the United wagon.
Come on you ‘Seven’, you seer of visions,
come on you player, you striker, you gamer, and shine!

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