The soft breezes that blow over the Neverland hills, still whisper your name.
The giving tree grows new branches for you to climb, in the hope you'll come back in time.
The sun's rays that used to shine through your windows to wake you up for a new day, are gone and left everything grey.
This world has lost it's Peter Pan, such a wonderful man.
May you rest in peace my dear, no more sorrow or fear.
Your hopes and dreams for this world won't go away, your soldiers of love will make sure they'll stay.
Marbles, fairydust and every happy thought is for you, somewhere out there in the blue.
For always in my heart.
Love Saskia
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