Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix

    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

    Marco Giunco
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