In shadows deep, the Greeks devised,
a cunning gift, a bold surprise
Wooden steed, with secrets held,
in Troy´sproud gates, the fate compelled.
At night they crept from hollow guise,
as dreams of victory filled the skies
From ashes of war, a lesson drawn,
cunning can conquer, even the strong.
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