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I am born and I drift Through the winds to Pixie Hollow In seconds I adrift And no one seems to follow   They all thought I was a mess A dabble, who knew In the end, it was just a lucky guess
Tink.He calls me.Tink.He calls me.Love.He never calls me.Wendy.He calls her.   That is why I wear Green.  
I've found Neverland In the deepest parts; in the saddest parts I've found Neverland A place where I go, where grownup things are not important I fly and sing and dance, but you cannot see me
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