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A proud city in utter ruin
So many heroes slain
A fleet sailing homewards
Loaded with noble captives
Destined for slavery
After a ten years' siege
Prompted by a king's wrath
Over his wife's succumbing
To a young prince's charms
Which won her heart,
Himself bedazzled
By the fineness of her form.
They fled his kingdom
For the prince's own
Out of that love tryst
Tragedy grew
To leave pristine white sands
Stained with blood
And all because of beauty.
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