Alice seems fitting
As she feels misplaced
Amoungst the daisies and the fences
She looks at the window panes
Seems nothing is left
Alice tell me the story
About how mad this love is
That far beyond time
It still exist
There could be an answer
He's looking through my window
I saw him yesterday
Sitting down below
I beg him in
Without speaking
Tell the devil
I'm here , and his lines
Run under my fingertips
So Alice
I wait at the door
The moon is hanging
By half nails and consequence
Tell me about this love
The kind you find under petals
Like the lost rain that lingers in
The morning
And I will tell you
I remember the leaving
And the very first day I met you
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