Wendy
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She wanders somewhere 'neath the tower.
Moonlight on her mind.
Big Ben's face to keep the hour,
Lost Girl seeks to find.
She lost it somewhere, she's grown sure,
Around this part of town,
Once upon a time
There were seven kingdoms
Founded by seven sisters
And blessed by an immortal witch
The stories of these kingdoms
You may find familiar
But know that all is not as it was told
Tink.He calls me.Tink.He calls me.Love.He never calls me.Wendy.He calls her.
That is why I wear Green.
Second Star to the right
Past Big Ben
Where you must go
Is what I'm told
It's what I've heard
but where to
is my concern
My last thought
b- before I fell
Wishing
I could have sworn I was there to stay,
but time was slipping away like grains of sand.
Now, from reality, I must get away!
Please, someone, take me back to Neverland.
Be the Peter to my Wendy and we’ll grow young together.
With nimble feet and sewn on shadows we’ll drift into a bank of memories
piled high and stored in well-lit jars for our wrinkled years.
