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LYRICS: She kind of remembered a bus, One might have taken her out of town No she couldn’t have come here on her own And she could swear there had just been a city as The sight of the woman and her wings Put a smile on her startled face For none of her petrified feathers Would move in the gentle wind Oh Alice where have you gone Was the rabbit whole so deep? Oh Alice where have you gone? There’s your name on a grave She washed herself at the fountain Ablutions by the weeping willows Her wet dress contrasted in its stainth With the white light and the birches’ shadow She walked to the wooden chapel Over the purple heather field The bells ringing calling her mass Dazed an dazzled in the perspective
