| It was the night before
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| When all through the world
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| No words, no dreams
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| Then one day
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| A writer by a fire
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| Imagined all of Gaia
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| Took a journey into a childmen heart…
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| A painter on the shore
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| Imagined all the world
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| Within the snowflake on his palm
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| A dream of poetry
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| A canvas of awe
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| Planet Earth
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| Falling back in to the stars…
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| I am the voice of never, never land
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| The innocence of dreams from 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
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| I am the destination
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| I am the whole mad tale
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| That grieves you
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| Away to taste the night
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| The ilusive high
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| Follow the madness
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| Alice you know once did?
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| Imaginarium, a dream emporium!
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| Caress the tales
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| And they will read you real
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| A storyteller’s game
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| Lips are intoxicated
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| The calling heart
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| Is a limitless chest of tales…
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| I am the voice of never, never land
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| The innocence of dreams from every man
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| I am the empty crib of Peter Pan
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| A soaring 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 of dreams from every man
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| Searching heavens for another earth… |