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This war with Spartacus.
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He is but nuisance, soon to fade from memory.
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My thoughts churn upon closer relation.
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You have said Tiberius' wounds already mend.
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He will stand your word and will in coming days.
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A weight I question placing again on so green a sapling.
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He grows stronger each day
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beneath warming sun of father's guidance.
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Ah, Tiberius has given all to please me,
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to become honored soldier.
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Yet when eyes are greeted,
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there stands only a child before me.