Hey little girl I’m gonna tell you a story about a distant land.
There were no hours, no clocks, neither “now” nor “then”.
Only an old knight with his old horse going nowhere.
Time was solid like the innocent children’s hopeness.
Fields were grey as ashes of a hundred nights sleeping in Hell.
It wasn’t a place for laughing, loving, singing or praying.
Queens and kings, playing in the ground.
Rabbits on the run, beware with the dog.
Cold nights, low cries.
Walking fast, tears in her eyes,
playing chess with beheaded men.
Don’t fear, stay here.
People, animals, criminals, butchers,
sinners, players, sailors, wolves.
Just running into darkness.
Your eyes, little miss Liddell,
are like an ocean, like the morning sky.
I don’t think the shadows could hurt your spirit.
But listen to my words, little miss Liddell,
you can’t pass through a mirror without breaking it,
so go to sleep, and dream of a rainbow.
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