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Fairest of Them All


My name belongs to wonderland, to the black forest in which I stay

A place of magic, wonderment and the plague—that’s how I lost my father too

Mother knows best, doesn’t she? That’s why I frolic in these woods

I’m in search in something special, sweet and red

To cure mother of her wicked maddness too 

 

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