Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams
And fairytales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
It's alright, she said, it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything, anything
Fly on, little wing
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