Jimi Hendrix
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Well, she's walking through the clouds With a circus man that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And her fairy tales
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 all right, she says, it's all right.
Take anything you want from me.
Take anything, fly on little wing.