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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