Peter Peter flying downtown,
Flies towards the town's crown.
Finds a wounded girl in its garret,
Her eyes so red and heart full of fret.

He offers her an escape, to neverland.
And since she can't fly, he lends her, his hand.
She looks at him wide eyed, as though he spoke foreign vowels.
She muses over it , accepts and they exchange avowals.

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