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,
it's alright,
she says,
Take anything you want from me,
anything,
Fly on, little wing....
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