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As I would share with you troubled mind,
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and cause of it--
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All stands upon command, Imperator.
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Time conspires against will of the heart.
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We shall break words again when battle is won,
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will see tears evaporate beneath warming sun of deeper intent.
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Come, let us make show of presence upon ridge.
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I'd have the Rebel King know what doom falls upon him.
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Crassus erects pulvinus,
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as if we fight for his entertainment
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upon snow of fucking arena.
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Then he shall behold what miracles