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Jimi Hendrix

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Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind, that's running round.
Butterflies and Zebras, and moonbeams, and fairytales-
That's all she ever thinks about. Riding with the wind.
--
Little Wing

 
Jimi Hendrix

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Above our nation.

 
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