domingo, junho 29

little wing! 

"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 the wind.

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,

Fly on, little wing

Sting, '...nothing like the sun'.


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