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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