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| Looking out of the window, it's raining. No singing birds, just silence. A fast beating heart, but cold as stone, colder than the ice queen herself. |
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| They say love is blind and it certainly is. Sometimes you can be lost in the silence of the night, you can hear that one heart, that one that belongs to you. |
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| The witch got a pigs heart, instead of Snow white's. The hunter gave her a chance on living, laughing and love, without walking like a stone cold witch. |
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| A tent, a magical tent. The sun shining through the curtains, the wind blowing in the air while writing my story to make an appearance in Neverland. |
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| I believe in Neverland, just by believing in it. I can appear the magical place just by my imagination, it's not Neverland what we can see, it's the vision of a child, we can bring it back by relive our memories. |
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| I believe in fairies, I believe in fairies, I believe in fairies, after that the magical powder of Tinkerbell fell all over the universe, like a big bursting balloon of glitters, little pieces in the atmosphere. The fairytale began to be true. |
