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Jimi Hendrix

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairly 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.

Written by YOUNG, CHRISTOPHER
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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