Little Wing

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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

–Jimi Hendrix