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Dec 2015
He turned to me
With his creeping grin

Saying

Once gone through the looking glass
we never come back again

So you may be strange
*but we are all mad here
Inspired by aiw
Beneath my willow weeping
Written by
Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
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