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| - ☀'Twas the night before When all through the world, No words, no dreams Then one day, A writer by a fire Imagined all of Gaia Took a journey into a child-man's heart... A painter on the shore Imagined all the world 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, A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear
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| - ☀'Twas the night before When all through the world, No words, no dreams Then one day, A writer by a fire Imagined all of Gaia Took a journey into a child-man's heart... A painter on the shore Imagined all the world 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, A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear I am the journey, I am the destination, I am the home The tale that reads you A way to taste the night, The elusive high Follow the madness, Alice you know once did Imaginarium, a dream emporium! Caress the tales And they will dream you real A storyteller's game, Lips that intoxicate The core of all life Is a limitless chest of tales... I am the voice of Never-Never-Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear I am the voice of Never-Never-Land The innocence, the dreams of every man Searching heavens for another Earth I am the voice of Never, Never Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dearon of the Cundarder. When at Leeds Findlay used these ideas for two prototype single deckers (601 and 602). 602 was equipped with VAMBAC equipment located below the bow collector when new and all equipment on the tram was electric making it a very complicated tram. 602 was mainly used on the Hunslet route before its withdrawal and as it was the final development of the traditional British tram it was secured for the National Tramway Museum arriving at Crich in 1960. Once at Crich it was used briefly in 1967 and 1972 before its first workshop attention during 1973 with further stints in service between 1975-6. More workshop time was seen in 1977 with service seen in 1979-80 and then a third workshop visit in 1986 with a longer use in service following this from 1987 to 1995. After this the tram was withdrawn from service after a leak was discovered in the roof but the tram was resurrected on a limited use basis 'Twas the night before When all through the world, No words, no dreams Then one day, A writer by a fire Imagined all of Gaia Took a journey into a child-man's heart... A painter on the shore Imagined all the world 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, A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear I am the journey, I am the destination, I am the home The tale that reads you A way to taste the night, The elusive high Follow the madness, Alice you know once did Imaginarium, a dream emporium! Caress the tales And they will dream you real A storyteller's game, Lips that intoxicate The core of all life Is a limitless chest of tales... I am the voice of Never-Never-Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear I am the voice of Never-Never-Land The innocence, the dreams of every man Searching heavens for another Earth I am the voice of Never, Never Land The innocence, the dreams of every man I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dearin time for the special events of June 2003 and the tram proved to be one of the stars of the 2003 Tramathon.
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