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Well, she's walkin'
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
Oh, it's alright, she says, it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Anything
Fly on, little wing
Yeah-yeah, yeah, fly on, little wing
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