Off To Troy
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The wind blows through billowing sails
On a crisp autumn day
We begin on this great passage
Before us Troy doth lay
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To war we sail with angry hearts
We work both day and night
Toward the finish, our toil: constant
So we can reach the fight
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Our arrival, though strong and fierce
Will still be met with grief
Because of those who won't return
Death is a cunning thief
.
We sail on, both valiant and bold
Heroes of many stories told
.
A thousand ships for one girl's face
Ten thousand men die in disgrace
.
.
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Is it worth it?