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It was the night before, when all through the world, |
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No words, no dreams, then one day, |
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A writer by a fire, imagined all Gaia, |
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Took a journey into a child-man's heart... |
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A painter on the shore, imagined all the world |
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Within a snowflake on his palm |
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Unframed by poetry, a canvas of awe |
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Planet earth falling back into the stars |
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I am the voice of never-never-land, |
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The innocence, the dreams of every man, |
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I am the empty crib of Peter Pan |
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A silent kite against the blue, blue sky |
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Every chimney, every moonlit sight |
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I am the story that will read you real, |
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Every memory that you hold dear |
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I am the journey, I am the destination, |
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I am the home, the tale that reads you |
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A way to taste the night, the elusive high |
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Follow the madness, Alice, you know once did |
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Imaginarium, a dream Emporium! |
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Caress the tales and they will dream you real |
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A storyteller's game, lips that intoxicate |
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The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales |
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I am the voice of never-never-land, |
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The innocence, the dreams of every man, |
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I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, |
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A silent kite against the blue, blue sky |
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Every chimney, every moonlit sight |
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I am the story that will read you real, |
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Every memory that you hold dear |
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I am the voice of never-never-land, |
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The innocence, the dreams of every man, |
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Searching heavens for another earth... |
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I am the voice of never-never-land, |
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The innocence, the dreams of every man, |
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I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, |
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A silent kite against the blue, blue sky |
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Every chimney, every moonlit sight |
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I am the story that will read you real, |
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Every memory that you hold dear |
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I am the voice of never-never-land, |
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The innocence, the dreams of every man, |
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I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, |
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A silent kite against the blue, blue sky |
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Every chimney, every moonlit sight |
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I am the story that will read you real, |
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Every memory that you hold dear |
