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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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