she thought life was like a tunnel
but she fell very slowly
too dark to see she managed to fall
How brave they'll all think she was
dream a moment of open doors
she was going into that lovely garden
"For it might end, you know"
she alas found on going into the garden
she could see but she had tired herself out
with tears
look to your best
plan to be great
a little pattering of tears
to get through desperate waiting
into the darkness!
queer everything!
and I can remember who in the world am I
A golden key and a child of the garden
inquisitive but tired
the right way of speaking slipped away
talk: speak - there's no harm in trying
our family
our home
my history
a queer-looking party clinging close
it seemed quite natural to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as if she had known them all her life.
We joined in chorus -
And our capital she'll come home blue
wonder anchored my passage
to naked sunlight
the wise taught stories
about forgotten feelings
come to life
off the face of the earth
for the world to hear
dreamy sunrise wandering
We were wanderers of a black and incomprehensible frenzy
We could not understand and could not remember
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