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

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We sail on, both valiant and bold

Heroes of many stories told

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A thousand ships for one girl's face

Ten thousand men die in disgrace

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Is it worth it?