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Oh sweet Unicorn, where have you gone
With your loving face and tail so long I lie on a hill under a tree's cool shade Where we stood and talked about how our world was made I run to the meadow, whenever I'm upset It calms me down, it's where we first met I think of all the good times that we've had And now that you're gone it makes me so sad I call out your name wanting a response But all I hear is an echo, only once I pray each day hoping you'll return Wanting to know each lesson you learned As each summer comes another year has passed And its sad to see me grow old so fast But you a unicorn are immortal of course I guess that's why I hate being a horse.
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