(by Jimi Hendrix) Well, she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free She says, it's all right, take anything you want from me,anything Fly on, little wing
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