I feel a Trojan Horse in my heart,
Encompassing a great batallion.
It makes my feelings to crash apart.
Oh it is such a great stallion!
I try hopefully to endure
The pleasure of its pain,
But at every procedure,
My feelings crash again.
The pain is bitterly salty;
Its wounds make me strong.
I withstand every entreaty,
Dancing to its deafening gong
Because on this land of mine
I must ever stand fine.
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