They called themselves the lost boys.
"Run... run..." they chant,
away from Hook.
Run, run, and run,
the pain and struggles
shuffling to take their wings.
Lost Boys with tiring freedom.
Lost Boys with smiles and joy.
Lost Boys is what they called themselves.
and Neverland came to pass,
and today, they were Lost Boys,
and tomorrow, they'll continue on.
- Counting Sheep
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Fairy Dreams
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