Little Wing
Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus smile running wild,
Butterflies and rubies,
And moon beams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
Lord, when I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything
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