speaking to his javelin Don't play tricks on me...After all the hours I've crushed you between my fingers, fly away, get rid of me and give me back my peace!
Intro The woods of Finland look very different from this Paris stadium, but the challenge is the same. There is only one throw left to make sense of all the months, years of efforts to grab victory. To live from now on in perpetual glory.
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