Alice

Just ask Alice

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Where choices start
Where choices end
What then is genuine
And what is pretend
When we look in the mirror
Who do we see
A reflection of dreams
Or reality
When searching for questions
In crystalline palace
The answer’s transparent
Just go ask Alice
The Gods of the hookah
The bottle, the spore
Give themselves freely
Once let in the door
An amphetamine rabbit
Mad Hatter and Dee
Tweeteled some Dum Dum
And drank it for tea
The queen of your heart
Claims your head with malice
The cat won’t stop grinning
Just ask Alice