Alice lives here.

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Alice! A childish story take,

And with a gentle hand,

Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined

In Memory's mystic band,

Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers

Plucked in far-off land.

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(the last stanza of the poem "All in the golden afternoon", in the beggining of the book" Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll)

Done