A garden of roses
Like a river running
Through the mountains
Is the musty smell
Of the deep woods
That runs through
That special place
In neverland
Where our dreams
Come true....
And I walk into that river
With my eyes wide open
And let myself drawn
To the bottom
And the smell of the night
Is now gone...
I close my eyes, now dead
And rest calmly
In the deepest corner
Of the night.
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