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The Champion
Thwaak! The yellow ball
flies across the net!
With tremendous force
and so accurate!
It cannot be anything
but an ace!
Struck with such power
and grace!
And the player? She moves
like a tigress!
Full of strength, agility
and grace!
And the sharp focused
look in her eyes!
And the sweet smile when
she receives the prize!
Who's that? That's the girl
from Hyderabad!
Who made the game of
tennis 'Aabaad'!
That's our own Sania!
The pride of India!
flies across the net!
With tremendous force
and so accurate!
It cannot be anything
but an ace!
Struck with such power
and grace!
And the player? She moves
like a tigress!
Full of strength, agility
and grace!
And the sharp focused
look in her eyes!
And the sweet smile when
she receives the prize!
Who's that? That's the girl
from Hyderabad!
Who made the game of
tennis 'Aabaad'!
That's our own Sania!
The pride of India!
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