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It was the before
all through the world
No words, no one day
A writer by a fire
Imagined all of Gaia
Took a into a childless heart...
A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within the snowflake on his palm
A dream of poetry
I'll tell is over
in back in to the stars...
I am the voice of never, never land
The innocence of from every man
I am the empty of Pan
A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky
chimney, moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the whole mad tale that grieves you
Away to taste the night
and loose we fly!
the madness
How do you know what's real?
Imaginarium, a emporium!
Caress the and they read you real
A storyteller's game
he flicks the gate
The calling heart is a limitless of tales...
I am the voice of never, never land
The innocence of dreams every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
A soaring kite against the blue, sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story will read you real
Every that you dear
...
I am the of never, never land
The innocence of every man
Searching heavens for another earth...
I am the of never, never land
The innocence of dreams from every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
A soaring kite against the blue, sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the that will you real
that you hold dear
...
all through the world
No words, no one day
A writer by a fire
Imagined all of Gaia
Took a into a childless heart...
A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within the snowflake on his palm
A dream of poetry
I'll tell is over
in back in to the stars...
I am the voice of never, never land
The innocence of from every man
I am the empty of Pan
A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky
chimney, moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the whole mad tale that grieves you
Away to taste the night
and loose we fly!
the madness
How do you know what's real?
Imaginarium, a emporium!
Caress the and they read you real
A storyteller's game
he flicks the gate
The calling heart is a limitless of tales...
I am the voice of never, never land
The innocence of dreams every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
A soaring kite against the blue, sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story will read you real
Every that you dear
...
I am the of never, never land
The innocence of every man
Searching heavens for another earth...
I am the of never, never land
The innocence of dreams from every man
I am the empty grave of Peter Pan
A soaring kite against the blue, sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the that will you real
that you hold dear
...
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