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Deep in past or deep in hollow? Thus vast of a gap in my comprehension How can it be I amassed my whole to follow, Wakeful, a rabbit of sleep dimension? This land laid hold of me, no relief, To an extent of make-believe
By those who quaff from empty chalice I was told my name scarcely is Alice Though wonderlings shined for my notice Aghast this Alice! may I be so Alice From out Queen of hearts' red palace Shall fly a headless malice
Wallow in a dream or wonder that comes from out a mad hatter? Into this land of thought chaos Through the looking glass I seem to cross To meet time in its finest clock Ere it takes the everlasting rest walk.
