pastiche

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We play by each rule. We Stay in school. We  Study late. We Wake Up By Eight. We  Review for Test. We Do our best. We
Just an old fashioned vampire Singing with the radio And all of the music He knows from over a hundred years ago   I swear I’ve seen him before With cape and top hat He burns in the sun
  Youth of today, why suffer For things you cannot offer? Why hide in pain and darkness For the ease of your oppress?   The blows you take, another feels; The truth you hide, another steals;
Forlorn! The very word is like a bell That sings and haunts with piercing pain and loss Upon the heart and soul. It says farewell: For glassy streams of time do rarely cross
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