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She opened her eyes and smiled at me.
I covered my own, "Alice, where could you be?"
"A magical place!" Came her sudden reply,
But it was what she was holding that caught my eye.
Out of a small, blue bag she withdrew,
A knife by which many were slew.
Encrusted with blood it still sparkled bright,
And I saw that her eyes reflected no light.
All of a sudden I was at my feet;
Off and running before my fate, I could meet.
The little brown haired girl with skin white as snow,
Had found her place far below...