Do you believe the things you're told
We all grow up we all grow old
There is no boy called Peter Pan
Micky mouse lives in a can
Or do you feel a pull inside
That takes you through the clouds to ride
Upon the back to Dragons reach
To fabled lands the wise don't teach
There is a place where you can go
A place where dreams and Magic glow
For life is short and err we leave
There is a pattern that we weave
A pattern etched in all we do
For what we think and feel comes true
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