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To Peter
“Dream of the oceanic skies, dream
Of flying through the freshest of air
And dreams will set you free, Peter.
You may fly around this world, get tired
Of all its boundless wonders and still
You’ll feel that emptiness grow deeper.
Go home to your own world of past love,
Past friends and those memories that never,
Ever grew old. Go home to never-never land.
And you can sit and stare up at the clouds, whilst
Lying along the beach with long lost buddies;
Living in between worlds, living on the strand;
But sooner or later this fairytale of yours,
Must come to an end; as it disintegrates
Before your eyes, and the dust disappears.
And still you’ll never learn why Wendy;
The one you fell for so many dreams ago;
Left never-never land for another; in tears.
Nothing lasts forever; she wanted to experience
All of life’s wonders, all of life’s magic,
And most of all she wanted to go home; you see?
For she has her own world of dreams and its there
In those waters you must learn to swim. And if you do
And dream of flying, your love can set you free…”