| Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
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| «Rip down all hate,» I screamed
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| Lies that life is black and white
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| Spoke from my skull I dreamed
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| Romantic facts of musketeers
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| Foundationed deep, somehow
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| Ah, but I was so much older then
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| I’m younger than that now
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| Girl’s faces formed the forward path
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| From phony jealousy
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| To memorizing politics
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| Of ancient history
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| Flung down by corpse evangelists
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| Unthought of, though, somehow
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| Ah, but I was so much older then
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| I’m younger than that now
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| A self-ordained professor’s tongue
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| Too serious to fool
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| Spouted out that liberty
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| Is just equality in school
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| «Equality,» I spoke the word
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| As if a wedding vow
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| Ah, but I was so much older then
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| I’m younger than that now |