Little Wing

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 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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