cheshire cat
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What a strange and twisted fate, that of Alice dear.
She walks around in a dream, no common sense of fear.
I am the watcher of the land, secretive and rare,
We will meet soon dear Alice, I'll appear from thin air.
Those glowing eyes
Your glowing eyes
Like stars shining above
Your crescent smile
I adore you so
But why?
Why does your mischievous nature
Haunt my psyche?
How funny!
You fell down, down, down
Because of a cute little bunny
He’s late, you know
So don’t delay!
If you follow, you’ll get carried away.
Big and Small and Tall again
