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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