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Alice in the lighthouse and it's always night the moon is descending the gramophone is alive and singing she can't explain on paper, can't think straight to write so much before goodbye but who would ever see the light, the way it shines through Alice's eyes Alice in the city with no peace or quiet now treatment is teaching but her head is still wired, receiving she'll take it to Mt. Wilson from the magpie cage no money, no designs and will they be surprised open letter and no-one to read or to return observers all, and all so far away like Mt. Wilson from the magpie cage in Alice's eyes sublimely surprised in Alice's eyes and no-one may ever know this again we're hanging by a thousand threads the beautiful children and beckoning hands and everything makes sense open letter and no-one to read or to return observers all, and all so far away like Mt. Wilson from the magpie cage From Letras Mania