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Hendrix Well she`s walking through the clouds With a circus mind that`s running round 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 Anything. Fly on little wing, Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing |