It burned; we all know how the story goes.
But since that story is now known to all,
Greece, which once burned it, ever grows
More jealous of the city that it burned.
So I, who have been burnt at heart
Become more famous for the way I yearned
Than I had been when not yet torn apart.
This is the way life compensates us fools;
Our fates are fatal, but our recompense
Heats us with fame even as fortune cools:
Mischance brings notoriety immense.
So those of us who cannot have good luck
Become more famous for the way things suck.
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