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R.I.P. Jimi Hendrix (1942-1970)
Well she’s walkin’ through the clouds with a circus mind that’s running around.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales.
That’s all she ever thinks about, ridin’ with the wind.
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.
Anything.
Fly on Little Wing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Little Wing.