In a land far, far away, 'tis always Summer
by day and Spring by night. Me thinks 'tis
called Never, Never Land . . . Perhaps, the
ancestors will take me there in time and I
will laugh under the sun and dance under
the moon. The Lord of the Dance loves only
me and we shall live happily ever after in
the afterglow of life's sweetest sorrows . . .
pray bind now my eyes
so longing for sweet nothings
warmth within my soul
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