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| Welcome to : ENCHANTRA"S |
| Welcome to : ENCHANTRA"S |
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| Enchanting nights and Magical dreams, Lucious green grass growing by the streams.. In a world of mystery the unicorns play, Frolicing in the meadows night and day.. Choosing whom can see them run, Their horns glisten in the afternoon sun.. Horns are made of magic and their hearts of gold, To touch a Unicorn is never untold.. But if ever touched by an unpure soul, you will be lost forever in the unicorns hold.. By: Amber Moll |
| The Unicorns |
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