It was the night before
When all through the world
No words, no dreams
Then one day
A writer by a fire
Imagined 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 tell is over
Cutting in
Falling back in to the stars…
I am the voice of never, never land
The innocence, the dreams of 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
I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the whole mad tale
That grieves you
Away to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Unless you know what’s real?
Imaginarium, a dream emporium!
Caress the tales
And they will read you real
A storyteller’s game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a
Limitless chest of tales…
I am the voice of never, never land
The innocence, the dreams of 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
I am the voice of never, never land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another earth
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