The pack has now fallen,
So bring out your dead,
Has Alice forgotten,
As the rivers run red.
The White Queen's running backword with a mallet to the fore,
The Cheshire Cat is grinning, dissolving through the floor,
So walk a little faster,
To catch up with your past.
And moving on a black square,
You meet the Queen at last,
An now the pack has fallen,
Where your paths were once mislead.
You'll never return for all the vows that were said.
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