Thursday, October 9
fly on, little wing
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 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, Anything. Fly on, little wing...
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