tinkerbell
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I am born and I drift
Through the winds to Pixie Hollow
In seconds I adrift
And no one seems to follow
They all thought I was a mess
A dabble, who knew
In the end, it was just a lucky guess
Tink.He calls me.Tink.He calls me.Love.He never calls me.Wendy.He calls her.
That is why I wear Green.
I've found Neverland
In the deepest parts; in the saddest parts
I've found Neverland
A place where I go, where grownup things are not important
I fly and sing and dance, but you cannot see me
