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Welcome to Neverland Welcome to my land of midnight. I’m glad to see you here, my dear. Settle in for a night of fright, all consuming tempest of fear. Neverland, my realm in the sky, far away, you cannot go home. Where ghouls and goblins flit and fly constant fiends, you’re never alone. Now you’re mine to have and to hold. The future’s gone, forget the past. I’ve prepared your shroud for the cold. You’ll be my bride, my slave at last. There’s music in this realm of mine. Shrieks, snarls and groans from graves exhumed, a concert for the end of time We’ll use it for our wedding tune. Neverland, my realm in the sky, I rule it with an iron hand. Where ghouls and goblins flit and fly with other specters of the damned.
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