Where do you want to go? was his response. I don’t know, Alice answered. Then, said the cat, it doesn’t matter.
...'cause you dance in my head,
in my heart,
in my everything
you belong
With all the hurt that I’ve done, hold it high for me
that can’t be undone, hold it high for me
light and guide me through, hold it high for me
I’ll do the same for you, and hold it high for me
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