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From the fresh breeze that carries her |
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to a carnival ride on elusive winds |
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her new found freedom from a troubled mind |
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creating a circus of colour array |
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energizing her to fly on her little wings. |
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She walks through the clouds of dusty blues |
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and travels through the dreams of her thoughts |
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as purple moonbeams and celestial stars |
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shine from her heart in twinkle pink shades |
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helping her to fly on her little wings. |
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A land full of mystery with palettes of paint |
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of watercolour splashes decorating the skies |
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a thousand flashes of light burst with her eyes |
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like a fairy tale dance in a storybook haze |
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assisting her to fly on her little wings. |
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From a zoo full of magical unicorn wishes |
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she rides carousel zebras to her delight |
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sweet song birds envy her canary soft hair |
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as candy cane fragrance of aromatic mists |
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vaporize her to fly on her little wings. |
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The grace of her soul of tangerine citrus joy |
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is the rapturous splendour of rare butterflies |
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metamorphosis kissed her spirit to flight |
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yet she whispers a blessing to those who are sad |
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learning to fly on her little wings. |
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All of creation is brushed as she flutters |
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the wild wind whisks her mind to love play |
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silken feathers brush tears away with satin smiles |
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but kaleidoscope incense lingers after she's gone |
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burning to fly on her little wings. |
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"Take anything you want from me, anything. |
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Fly on, Little Wing." |
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Jimi Hendrix |
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Graphics by Quiet Siren |
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