Alice through the mirror
Big red riding hood
Blue puppet with scissors
Hiding in the woods

Summertime dresses
Flying in the wind
Waving to the darkness
Soaring on her wings

Beautifully estranged
Torn up from now on
She would stay disrupted
Within her own walls

Meanwhile from her light
— An invisible light –
A junior guardian angel
Rose for her to fight.

And no one knows a thing
About both you and me
You, the darkest gleam
Me, the brightest shade.

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