And when you drowned you had on a little blue dress.
A haughty hem full of dreams blossomed
and dragged you down, so deeply down,
underneath of the waves of your dreams
just to transform.

(You always wanted to be a mermaid,
didn't you?)

I do long, I do long,
I do mourn for you
and do wither myself away.

For I do know the faires and the fairytales.

And all the fairies,
who missed your wish.

Little Alice.

Dearest Aino.