We built Wonderland with our own hands and painted it shades of blue, purple, and gray. There we played for days, escaping from reality to that magical place where we sang nursery songs and buttons rained down on our heads. It was a good place, filled with friends and laughter; a few tears too but those always passed away into smiles after a while
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