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