Once we all were children, and so it was we played
But then you all grew up, and as adults you went away
And I was left alone here, just as it used to be,
No-one but the Lost Boys, Tinkerbell, and me
So I flew around the moon three times, and caught a falling star
And came into this world of lies to live just as you are
And all I found was pain here, and one thing that held true:
You did not believe in me, so I won’t believe in you!
--Heather Alexander, Neverland
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