Song of alice
This is from my first creepypasta.
"White rabbit, your coat is as pale
As your snow covered grave
You have travelled beyond to hell
Where you cannot be saved
For all traitors must die
And all sane people too
'Cause where is the fun
When you're sane you're not you
So I'll find wonderland
And the right ... Rabbit... Too."
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