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