Well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy 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
anything
Fly on little wing
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