Oh Syracuse, Syracuse,
A bright star born to you.
This genius of three was touched by a muse.
Pi, levers, bringing a king great mirth;
With his brilliance this man moved the earth.
Oh goddess of the moon,
Indelible event!
Your festival doth give cause to swoon.
Circles, a shadow, slain dead in the sand;
A horror to mask even an enemy's land....
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