Spring has come to Tugley, Alice.
Spring is time for love and dream.
But I have the only feeling -
Lack for something deep within.
Don't know why and don't know where
I am roaming through the night
Looking for your fragile figure
To embrace it very tight.
Alice, dear, I look hilarious
In my suit and with top hat.
But I hope that you have better
Attitude to all of that.
Outlandish is now useless,
We can speak of what we want.
But I still do love that poem
Where you're slaying Jabberwock.
Well, it's late, and light is fading.
I can hardly see the pen.
So, I'm sure about one thing:
You'll come back. But only...when?...
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