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