Nothing Is Really Work Unless You Would

When Ladies Used To Come To Me In Dreams, I Said, 'pretty Mother, Pretty Mother.' But When At Last She Really Came, I Shot Her.

There Could Not Have Been A Lovelier Sight; But There Was None To See It Except A Little Boy Who Was Staring In At The Window. He Had Ecstasies Innumerable That Other Children Can Never Know; But He Was Looking Through The Window At The One Joy From Which He Must Be For Ever Barred.

Of Course The Neverlands Vary A Good Deal. John's, For Instance, Had A Lagoon With Flamingos Flying Over It At Which John Was Shooting, While Michael, Who Was Very Small, Had A Flamingo With Lagoons Flying Over It. John Lived In A Boat Turned Upside Down On The Sands, Michael In A Wigwam, Wendy In A House Of Leaves Deftly Sewn Together. John Had No Friends, Michael Had Friends At Night, Wendy Had A Pet Wolf Forsaken By Its Parents.

So Come With Me, Where Dreams Are Born, And Time Is Never Planned. Just Think Of Happy Things, And Your Heart Will Fly On Wings, Forever, In Never Never Land!

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