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
