lunes, 4 de agosto de 2008
Little wing
Now she´s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That´s running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
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
Now she´s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That´s running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind
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