Hi miss Alice , What kind of dreams do you see with your eyes of glass?
Do they fascinate you?
Again, My heart is torn and bleeding
I mend it but my memories pierce the openings
Hi miss Alice, to whom are you throwing love to
With your fruit-like lips?
Does it make you sad?
The heat of my tongue that let me speak has already cooled
And I can't sing songs of love anymore
Still you do not answer
still doll by: wakeshima kanon
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