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A
horse
with
wings
is
what
I
saw;
One
dark-blue,
moonlit
night.
It's
head
was
high
and
watching
With
wings
prepared
for
flight.
I
could
not
stop
with
just
a
glance,
I
wanted
to
move
closer.
I
knew
that
it
was
quite
a
risk;
And
by
doing
so,
might
lose
her.
But,
before
my
feet
would
take
me
there,
Before
I
even
knew
it,
A
silver
streak
came
from
the
North;
It
was
clear
that
'Wings'
called
to
it.
It
was
an
exquisite
unicorn;
Handsome,
tall
and
fair
He
galloped
fire
as
he
came,
For
he
knew
who
was
waiting
there.
As
Wings
and
Horn
came
together,
It
was
artful,
strong
and
true.
They
were
meant
to
be
with
one
another,
On
this
night
of
moonlit
dark-blue.
And
so
it
was,
for
me
at
least,
Magic
beyond
belief;
Through
out
my
life
I
will
always
recall,
Wings,
and
Horns,
and
Me.
Lady
Gryphon
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