Look, she’s passing through the clouds
With a tightrope spirit running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales
This has always been the world of her thoughts
Riding with the wind
When I’m sad she comes to me
To gift me a thousand smiles
It's all right, she says, it’s all right
Take From Me Everything You Want
Whatever it is, whatever it is
Fly Little Wing
Yes yes yes yes Baby
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