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To the glory that was Greece,
To the Grandeur that was Rome,
To my dear Patroclus:
No hand shall ever be as warm as thou's.

A face can launch a thousand ships,
Or is it greed that does it all?
A man can have a thousand wishes,
For me, you're all.

Mankind are fools,
They are like puppets held up by a string,
Others may have gods hold them up;
For me?
If you are the puppeteer, then I am under your wings.

People could rewrite history,
The world could bury it's legacy,
But under the hard rocks, the dust and shattered glasses,
Lies our intertwined hearts, red and beating
for eternity.