Well she's walking
Through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running 'round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind...
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It's alright she says, it's alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing...
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