In the tears on my face, in the skates on the pond, they spell Alice. I disappear in your name, but you must wait for me. Somewhere across the sea, is a wreck of a ship, your hair is like meadow grass on the tide , and the rain drops on my window, in the ice in my drink, baby all i can think of, is Alice.
And so a secret kiss, Brings madness with
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