Well, she's walking through the cloudsWith a circus mindThat's running roundButterflies and zebras and moonbeamsAnd fairy Tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to meWith a thousand smilesShe gives to me free
It's alright, she saidIt's alrightTake anything you want from meYou can take anything, anything
Fly on, little wingYeah, yeah, yeah, little wing
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