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Well she's walking through the clouds
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With a circus mind that's running 'round.
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Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales,
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That's all she ever thinks about.
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When I'm sad she comes to me
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With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
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Said, "It's all right, take anything you want,
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Anything you want, anything."
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First Verse
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Second Verse
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Fly on, little wing
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LITTLE WING
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