Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And-a fairly 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
(Take anything)
Anything

Fly on, little wing

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