From Troy

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I am a boy

That run across fields of soy

And laugh in joy

Surrounded by armies of troy


And 4 crows surround me

That speak of life, carefree

Adding more to my misery

By showing what I can't see


And 9 kings that rule earth

And bring about joy and mirth

That multiplies till its fruitful birth

Which I want to see as I lie in dirt.


And of those, 3 show what really be

Of the world and its 4 sea

'Reality is often disappointing,' one says

'It destroys till no more.' another one shows me the ways


And the other 6 point to stars

And say they all bars

That imprison me as I eat my pie in shards

As joy and death never lie far



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