With rapturous face he produces his pipes, and the Never birds and the fairies gather closer till the roof of the little house is so thick with his admirers that some of them fall down the chimney. He plays on and on till we wake up.

J. M. Barrie (1860-1937) Scottish novelist and dramatist [James Matthew Barrie]

Peter Pan, Act 5, closing lines (1904, pub. 1928)
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