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Little Wing
Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams,
And fairly tales,
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 all right, she says,
It's all right,
Take anything you want from me...
Anything.
Fly on, little wing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing
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