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Tennis, son, sweet and low, love all, one love - a most poetic sport.

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Long light falls over the tennis court, son, in a soft splendour that gathers the eye and brings a sunny glow to the soul.

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Let not loss make a fool of you upon the tennis court, my son, but rise into the chance to win the day anew.

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The tennis ball makes its haste by the touch of hands invisible, that cannot be imagined by this golden sphere of felt, yet help to guide its destiny.