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Dreaming with Alice - Verse 2

de Mark Fry

Did you pass the glass mountain
Where Salome opened her dress?
Did you see the dolphin's feathered fountain
Oh, the king made a bloody mess

Under Sheba's fading yellow eyes
The minstrel's magic failed
And the marble Egyptian fire-flies
Pulled down their quited veils

But the minstrel's mirror now turns to sand
And Sheba's eyes to glass
Salome falls and wets her hair
In your dreams did you ever pass?

Did you ever stumble on Satan's smile
Or a catholic saint's confession?
And life is like walking on an endless mile
Each step another lesson

Cleopatra was eating Christmas cake
And playing on her Inca flute
When I whispered: Cleo, I'm home from the wake
She said: Just call me Pyramid prostitute

And all my colored water birds
Are talking of flying east
But the operator says is quite absurd
That I should think of cutting my wrist

Oh, bring me and albino albatross
So my Indian beads don't fall
Yes, I've got wealth and coins to toss
But my greatness makes me feel small

Now Salome dances on the granite font
And the king he turns to red
Salome, you can have anything you want!
Off with Baptist's head

And I'm with Alice in Wonderland
Skipping through the rain
Flowered marbles in our hand
As we roll on down the lane
As we laugh on down the lane
As we laugh on down the lane

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