Well, she's walking
through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales
that's all she ever thinks about
riding 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.
Fly on, little wing.
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