Lost Girl
I could have sworn I was there to stay,
but time was slipping away like grains of sand.
Now, from reality, I must get away!
Please, someone, take me back to Neverland.
We flew past the clock! The teller of time,
that one magical night, not long ago.
I assumed the stars would always shine.
I didn't think, because I didn't know.
Now I'm here in the real world again.
That flight wasn't a fantasy I dreamed up.
I still catch glimpses, every now and then.
Right now, my biggest fear is growing up.
I want to fly back, light as a feather!
Couldn't I be a Lost Girl forever?
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