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The Unicorn
The single horn Channels its mind Focuses power The hidden to find.
Stopped by nothing To all realms it flies Penetrates mystery Sweeps through the skies.
Because it has wisdom (Though filled with power) ´Tis gentle with virgins In garden bower.
Would foolish man chase it With rope or with gun? It will then disappear From the light of the sun.
And now it is gone No one´s seen it for years Its wisdom forgotten It had no peers.
Do we mourn its loss? Do we feel its lack? What will it take To coax it back?
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