Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild.
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 says
It's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything.
Fly on, little wing.

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