sexta-feira, 1 de outubro de 2010

Little wing

Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
All she ever thinks about
Is riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me, free
It's alright, it's alright, she says
Take anything you want from me, anything...

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