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 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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