The little fairy
That sprinkles pixie dust
Light my way to neverland
Because I’ll never grow up
The way you want me to
I was meant to be
Something different
I was born on the
Wrong side of the rainbow
Floated away on cloud
Bound for no where
Here I am years later
Filling my head with dreams
I am in wonderland
Trying to get back home
Through all these memories
That I have lived sometimes I think
All this time that I was
Wishing falling stars
Where no dust reached
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