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