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