Gibberish

Did I wish on a shooting star
Did I see it pass by
Did I mention how we are not
all angels who have learnt to fly

It’s not about unearthly magic
It’s not about castles in the sand
in this minute my hatter’s mad
and I dream of wonderland

It might not be just a dream
All those things I think I said
The clocks running out fast
across the red queen’s head

Sleeping through the tea time
I wake up to underrated bliss
And now in front of the mortal world
I wonder if I ever was Alice???

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