Little Wing

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 talks 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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