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Wealthy suits and glasses on,

Let us start a game, our own;

One second and we are gone

With it all, we become bone,

But do not think we are done

While you still sit on your throne.

We will chase from dusk to dawn

The one who killed the white fawn;

Oh my dear please do not frown,

You have the right to look down

But never to be perplexed

For we are the dark night’s son

And we strike in unison

Those who have our brother hexed.

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