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Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus smile running wild,
Butterflies and zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.

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

One of the shortest letters ive learn but one of the bests.