The Hatter's Love Poem To His Absolute Alice
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Do you know how a raven is like a writing desk?
Oh, we're all mad here,
Let that fact go through your ear
A little
Let the knowledge settle,
Big or small, short and tall,
We're all mad here.
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No dear,
You're not there
You're still here,
Please, don't shed a tear.
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This is not a dream,
You will not wake up,
Alice,
So do not quake
Or you I will take
In my arms
Till you are well once more.
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Please don't turn blue,
I know not what to do
When this happens to me, as it's happening to you.
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Just be happy
Oh yes, do say you're that,
To make you merry,
Shall I sing you Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat?
For like a tea-tray in the sky,
Your heart seems to fly
When I sing to you.
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I'm not sly,
I've only noticed.
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Is it this old hat
That does detract
From my being?
From you seeing
Me as I ought to be?
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How I'd like that we
Were indeed a we
And not a me
With a side of you,
For I'd look a mad old fool
Anywhere but next to you.
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Tell me Alice
For only you will know
Your knowledge you have shown:
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How is a raven like a writing desk?
Why does my heart beat so fast?
Till when shall this love-sickness last?
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Two can keep counsel, putting one away,
Do tell me that you'll stay.
Otherwise all I'll say
To me is
Wither away,
Wither away,
Wither away!
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So tell me the answer, Alice...
How is a raven like a writing desk?
Till when shall this love-sickness last?