Troy

Troy

They gave
you the
joy

Of the
game

And found
pot of
gold

You went
all out

In the
spirit
of humanity

Now they
are all
gone

You lying
all alone

On your
bed

Musin on
the world
and its
ways

You wake
up to
the new
mornin

You must
start

All over
again

Caution: This might be all theory

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