…Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn Bathing in places no one's seen before Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island Clad in nothing but the surf-beauty's finest robe Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the…

…a party time. I stay at the house with you, all is like being in heaven and brand new, at the snowland of winter angels, we all get gifts and candy sticks. We have a snow-white and Peter-raindeer, we can go to the…

…, Within a snowflake on his palm. Unframed by poetry, A canvas of awe, Planet Earth falling back into the stars. I am the voice of Never Never Land, The innocence, the dreams of every man. I am the empty crib of Peter Pan…