I've never deamt of a castle of gold,
With doors to enter a world of jewels.
I've never believed in fairies,
The way they twirl around in the sky...
I've never desired beauty and magic,
Not until I was cursed with something called hope.
Hope that I'll meet you in that place,
That is more precious than gold...
Hope that love would be the door we choose,
Hope that this fairy would guide us,
Into nothing but a world for the two of us.
So that we'd soar up the skies...
And only so that we'd get lost in our own neverland...
When we know there's no turning back
There's no running away...
And that it's just us along the way...
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The Burning Embers
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