The road opened up in front of me, a bouquet of gleaming lights

Like the Mad Hatter I knew, there are numberless ways

Of going about our problems, there are a trillion ways

That this could play out and all but one would make me suffer

Like the Mad Dog, but even so I had her by my side

Searching for the perfect tune, wind whirling in her hair,

I especially loved the humour that was playing perpetually 

At the corner of her mouth, but now that I remember it

I feel it has its own particular acid burn

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