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Hurt me in the middle of December
Cuz by the time spring comes around, i won't remember
the cold
will numb me.
your love had spun me into a winter-wonderland
My name is Alice, take my hand
(he) squeezed it with malice then began,
to let
me go
Down into the rabbbit hole.
Couldn't see nothing but dark
Couldn't feel nothing but cold; his heart.
only the warm, art of spring's masterpiece
could tame me, my heart
and in the awe of its beauty,

. . .

I can't remember your name.