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Well shes walking through the clouds With a circus mind thats running round Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales Thats all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind. When Im sad, she comes to me With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free Its alright she says its alright Take anything you want from me, anything Anything. Fly on little wing, Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
Annons