| Well, she's walking through the clouds with a circus mind that's running wild. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales.. That's all she ever thinks of riding with the wind. Oh, when i'm sad she comes to me with a thousand smiles she gives to me free. It's alright she said, it's alright.. Take anything you want from me. Anything.. Fly on little wing. |









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