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Oct 29, 2006 21:39

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running 'round
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

Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
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