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Julius Caesar
Rome, our Rome, Rome where our streets hadn’t stirred
 Came the regal senators 
 On March 23rd 
 Then our favorite Senator
 “Julius Ces-or!”
 Cried the people of Rome
 On March 23rd
 
 I told my family “I’m sneaking in”
 With haircut short, purple toga and royal grin
 I walked to watch the action
 Walked behind Julius Cesar, our Senator 23rd
 Will I succeed?
 Will I walk like our Julius Cesar, with purpose and speed?
 Or will I be found out, and be stabbed?
 And die on that stab 23rd
 
 They sat down
 He sat down
 I sat down
 “Let the Council begin!” Julius Cesar's voice was heard
 So we sat, and we listened 
 The room full of purple robed men as Brutus bellowed about the amend;
 Then they grabbed at Julius Cesar, and the temperature of hatred rose
 And they started to stab at that Senator 23rd
 
 I stood there in shock as they stabbed at our brave man
 I stood there in shock, to afraid, I wish I could have ran
 Those 21 other big and burly mad men had stabbed as fast as they began
 With the 14 inch blade held high in each hand
 They came down with a flash, then back up like a crimson herd
 Julius Cesar wailed and sobbed, as each dagger fell
 The men saw me do nothing, but continued, the torches dancing as Julius was brought closer to Hell
 Brutus, Cesar’s friend, with each of his steps, I cringed
 Brutus leaned over, his sword raised high as it thirst for our Senator’s death as well
 “Et, tu, Brutus?” Were his very last words as Brutus’s sword came down like a diving bird
 And I looked at the fallen, naked, man
 Knowing he had died at that stab 23rd
 
 The 22 no longer sat down
 We 22 no longer sat down
 Us 22 no longer sat down
 “Julius Cesar is dead!” the 21 of them had said that March 23rd
 I just walked behind
 Glad of the silence at replied
 Oh, those evil men had such an ill mind
 Home I went, my family waits
 And I tell them the horrible triumph and that  memory I will always have to know and remind
 Of our loyal, brave, and kind Julius Cesar, no longer part of our town 
 On that March 23rd
 
 Let his memory live on
 For more than just an eon
 Remember that March 23rd
 Remember the Ides of March at dawn
 Let his memory live on
 Remember that March 23rd!

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