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Carrie Ann

Sunday bells ring for Carrie Ann
Asleep, she fell into a magic land
Of space a real place, more than
Where is Carrie Ann

Down into a rabbit hole
So dark and in there, very cold
A realm for which all thoughts unfold
Poor Carrie Ann, I'm told

Alas the sound of bells have passed
And there inside the looking-glass
Is a face to love with just a glance
Sweet lovely Carrie Ann's

Come out, come out here if you can
Reach beyond the realm, stretch out your hand
Don't let go, for here you Am
The real Carrie Ann

Carrie Ann

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