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Well, she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And her fairy 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 alright" she says, "It's alright" Take anything you want from me, take anything Anything Fly on, little wing