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| THE LONESOME UNICORN IN THE PALE MOON LIGHT I SEE THE LONESOME UNICORN BY THE STREAM SHE WAITS WAITS FOR WHAT? ANOTHER UNICORN TO PASS HER WAY AN HOUR PASSES, STILL SHE WAITS TWO HOURS PASS, STILL SHE WAITS THERE IS NO ONE LEFT, NO ONE AT ALL NO ONE TO ANSWER HER LONESOME CALL |
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| While yet the Morning Star Flamed in the sky A unicorn went mincing by, Whiter by far than blossom of the thorn: His silver horn Glittered as he danced and pranced Silver-pale in the silver-pale morn.The folk that saw him, ran away. Where he went, so gay, so fleet, Star-like lilies at his feet Flowered all day, Lilies, lilies in a throng, And the wind made for him a song: But he dared not stay Over-long! |
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| While yet the Morning Star Flamed in the sky A unicorn went mincing by, Whiter by far than blossom of the thorn: His silver horn Glittered as he danced and pranced Silver-pale in the silver-pale morn. While yet the Morning Star Flamed in the sky A unicorn went mincing by, Whiter by far than blossom of the thorn: His silver horn Glittered as he danced and pranced Silver-pale in the silver-pale morn |
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