Butterflies and fairy tales


Well, she’s walking through the clouds,

With a circus mind that’s running wild,

Butterflies and Zebras,

And Moonbeams and fairy tales.

That’s all she ever thinks about.

Riding with the wind.


Jimi Hendrix 


When I’m sad, she comes to me,

With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.

It’s alright, she says it’s alright,

Take anything you want from me,

Anything.

Fly on little wing.

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