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  1. Well she’s walking,,, through the clouds
    With a circus mind that’s running round
    Butterflies and zebras
    and moonbeams
    And fairytales.
    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 said, it’s alright
    Take anything you want from me
    Anything, anything
    Fly on, little wing

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing

    -Jimi Hendrix

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