I have a naive heart
Filled with fairy dust,
I'm a strange girl
Full of magical lust.
I will fly away
To foreign sands,
And find my way
To Neverland.
I can never grow old
With a heart of light,
I’ll fly over the second star
To the right.
I’ll find them pirates
And steal their treasure,
Because to live would be
an awfully big adventure
I don’t need pixie dust
To help me fly,
I have faith these wings
Can carry me high.
All it takes is hope
Dreams and ambition,
To create my neverland
I just need imagination.
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