written by Jimi Hendrix Well, she's walking through the clouds with a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about... Riding 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, anything, Fly on, little wing
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