𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘

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Alice dear, Dont go.
Alice dear,
The flowers love you so.

Hear them sing, Go to them, Alice.
They will hurt you,
They will heal you,
They'll sweet talk you,
And then desert you.

With the setting of the sun,
Where will you be,
Near the flowers,
Or the sea?

Hear them sing to you,
Alice dear.
They will hurt you,
They will heal you,
They'll sweet talk you,
And then desert you,

All this, by the setting of the sun.

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