Well he's walking, through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams, and fairy tales
That's all he ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad he comes to me
With a thousand smiles he gives to me free
It's all right he said, it's all right
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly on Little Wing
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