Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and a fairy tale 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah Fly on little wing
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