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