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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 child-man’s heart... A painter on the shore Imagined all the world Within a snowflake on his palm Unframed by poetry A canvas of awe Planet Earth falling back into the stars [Chorus] I am the voice of Never, Never Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sig
