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A room of nowhere, without walls

Without windows, without doors

There he lives, a little child

Through his dreams he observes the sky

Like a poem in a wrong book

Only dreaming about this home

Like the words suspecting teller

I cannot find my brave never world

Someday when he hears the song

Of an unknown choir through the space

He can see me between the stars

And then our endless journey starts

Mystical sounds, never heard strings

I know - there the wild things are

Free from pressure, out of my life

I know - there the true tales are

So I remember the trumpets of future

I know - there the wild thing sare

And when the song dies in silence

You and me fall into our roomes

I hold your little heart in hand

And believe we can reach Neverland