Twisted glass
As Alice wrote
She changed the past
Stopped the future
With that glass
She fell hard
Pencil in hand
She saw it all
Then hit the land
as Alice wrote
She planned it out
Letter by letter
She came to shout
She fought the world
With only her mind
She always saw
What She'd never find
As Alice wrote
It became clear
All her thoughts
Weren't so real
The things she saw
Her fighting team
The land she'd found
All just a dream
She woke so sudden
In the dead of night
Hearing voices
Came to fright
As Alice thought
She said at once
We all are here
And quite so nuts
So she did
She thought to trust
Her very last words
Before she turned to dust:
Life is as Lost As Alice and As Mad As The Hatter.
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