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but why do I lie away each night thinking instead of you it should be me. Something wicked this way comes and as I set to face it, I’m unsure. Should I embrace it, should I run? What motivates me, hatred is it love? What’s more wrong than I too wish to be great. Or my mother wished she had a son Even if I can’t be the one maybe I could at least make way for him untill the day that he comes. Maybe my name could also be known, that I helped return good to the people and restored greatness to Rome.