The Helen of Troy thine beauty beheld
Where men of status and valour fell
She smiled to kill and weeped to kill even more
She arose to the tolling of the bell
What doth she hath, not one could think
With her, she spring and summer brings
And when she goes what can the birds
But of cold autmn and winter sing
She is the one, when men held their breath
When natures love and nicety fell
But love for her brought the fury of thee
And the nastiness of the knell...
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