I never went to neverland
Nor saw a fairy fly
I never met a lost boy
Or been a pirate’s spy
I never caught a shadow
Or gained a silver kiss
I never heard a story
Told by a gentle miss
I never found a family
Within that second star
Instead, I stayed in London
And grew my repertoire
But as the years passed by me
I had to make a plan
To one day reclaim my throne
As the one called Peter Pan
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