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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 Im sad,
she comes to me
with a thousand smiles,
she gives to me free

It's allright
she says
it's allright
Take anything
you want from me,
anything
anything.