Doth Brutus bootless kneel, Dear Brutus son?
Speak hands for me!
The blows I brace off, fighting with such might
This gale of daggers find me helpless still
Against the piercing stab of this despair
From unfamiliar friends my heart denies
But who, among these unknown men be this?
A countenance I've thought to know so well
These eyes no longer show the love before
Of he, whom I have always held so dear
Et tu, Brute? Then fall Caesar.














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Din, with her strong flaming arms, cultivated the land to create the earth.
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I'm not really all that weird. It's the rest of the world that acts like freaks.
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