Caesar, beware these days,
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I pray thee, beware these days!
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A vision, comes to the seer,
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It fills my brain, I see your pain
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The nineteenth, nineteenth of March,
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I see you've marked the Ides of March
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Kiss of the queen, bite of the snake
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I see your treachery filled fate
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Go, run and fly free, your future I see
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Dark blades you must flee
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Go run and fly free, bad magic's to be
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Fly free
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Your friends, you thought so dear,
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They plot your death
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Your death's so near
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In the dark, I see their faces,
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Such twisted faces, I see their faces
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The magic, once strong and true,
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It seems to fade, fade from you
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The strange ones, have now come,
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They've come, coming for you
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I see them gathered all around you,
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You sense their greetings false
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The smell of treachery sears the air
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I see you lying in your blood
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[Solo: SK]
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The Ides Of March
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| Steel Prophet |
