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