Purple Haze

The four suns shining
Down on my sleepy night.
My duchess nursing me back to health,
While I grin from ear to ear.
I eat my mock turtle soup,
rambling mad with tea.
Singing my tune of lovely pictures,
Not knowing what the pictures are!
Drifting along my lucid beach.
I rest in my Wonderland,
Waiting for my little Alice.

The End

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