then the tree house burnt down, and neverland disappeared. Peter, built it all again but wendy was no where to be found. So he stuffed his toy in a bottle and set it adrift on lake st james. With hollow hands and bleeding eyes, he stepped out into the light. A lamb for the children of the night.
* then the tree houses burnt down, , never neverland disappeared. Peter built it back again but wendy couldn't be found. So he stuffed it back in a bottle set adrift on lake st james.
With hollow hands and bleeding eyes, he stepped out into the light. A lamb for the children of the night.
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this was a great post
That is a love photo and sentiment. It reminded me of my childhood.
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then the tree house burnt down,
and neverland disappeared.
Peter, built it all again but wendy was no where to be found.
So he stuffed his toy in a bottle and set it adrift on lake st james.
With hollow hands and bleeding eyes,
he stepped out into the light.
A lamb for the children of the night.
*
then the tree houses burnt down,
, never neverland disappeared.
Peter built it back again
but wendy couldn't be found.
So he stuffed it back in a bottle
set adrift on lake st james.
With hollow hands and bleeding eyes,
he stepped out into the light.
A lamb for the children of the night.
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