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The mighty Troy met its fate,
For two fools were young and naive.
Drunk in love, too blind to see;

Too weak to fight its intoxicity.
Untold misery it unleashed,

All in name of Cupid's wish.

Tell me how it can do any good,

a force so destructive, so devious and crude.

Great men have fallen prey,

greater women have lost their way,

To the charms of love's game;

Evil be its other name.

A bouquet of thorns in guise of a rose;

So be love, the Trojan horse.