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As stormy clouds of thy mind are dispelled
And your feet meets the Land of Nod at night ,
A gentle sway will cause ring of the bell
For Alice soon give an embrace so tight
That outlander will skip a beat and breath
Gazing the face of dream’s Sultana through the vile.
Then reuniting with the barren lands you’ve dwelled,
“Was Alice here or was it all a lie?”
The warmth of Sultana’s touch on your hand,
Resembling prophecy of meeting in your mind,
Excite old feeling desperately quelled
Forcing despise on sun and thirst for the moonlight.