Well she's walkin' through the clouds with a circus mind that's running around. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales. That's all she ever thinks about, ridin' with the wind.
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. Anything.
Fly on Little Wing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Little Wing.
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