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Roxana's Curse

Hey you guys, why leave your town To find a bride and settle down? Take a tip and don’t philander Somewhere remote like Alexander. He married a princess called Roxana, It seems, to make her hill tribes calmer. To equalize the world by sex Was a worthy aim subject to checks. Pneumonia, poison or whatever The emperor from his wife did sever. So poor Roxana was alone Cut off from people, friends and home. She made her way to Macedonia There to die not of pneumonia. She, much sinned against, did sin. She did in some foes and got done in. Want to learn more? Surf to ‘Cassander’ And read some books on Alexander. Before they placed her in a hearse She pronounced an awesome curse. ‘To conquer my land shall many strive who ne’er shall leave that land alive’. I fear this curse still ails her land, which nought can lift save God's own hand. Name this land if that you can. Take this hint. It ends with –stan.

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