Tumbling, tumbling
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Down,
            down,
                       down.

It seems she's always gazing up from her place in the ground.

She is Alice in a cycle of bad.
Splintered Alice, no Carroll in sight.
All mad, no mathematics.

Wake up little Alice!
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Wake U

Stop eating those Underland treats.
Don't drink any more of the tum tum tree juice...
It only releases the predator in you.

Dear girl,
Don't you see?
All the wonder you need
Lies deep down within.

Curiouser and curiouser
That you don't know the magic and POWER
You had from conception.

So Alice, if you would please
Stop chasing white rabbits,
Stepping through mirrors
Searching for a world of your own.

Create your world in the here and now.
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