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The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle—
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?
Taylor Gorman Jun 2014
Welcome to this magical place
The one down the rabbit hole..
Where little girls drink wine and pop pills

Every ounce of innocence is lost in this place.

Welcome to this magical land
Of all these beautiful creatures
And some deadly foes

Welcome darling  
For you will see
This magical place isn't what it's made out to be..

It's dreadful and dreary
Its mentally hysteric

There's Rabbits on crack
A queen with a fetish for chopping off heads
And a guy named the hatter who tells a riddle of a raven..

A raven you say?
And Why is it like a writing desk?

For no one has an idea, the mans gone mad.

The best people are apparently..

Only in this magical land.

— The End —