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Standing on the highest cliff, Overlooking the forest, She nods to the caring hawk That wonders what could possibly be wrong With such a perfect creature. She watches over the sleeping cougar,
Do you see my unicorn?She is pure white, her mane shining in the moonlight.Her fur is soft, like a chick's downy fluff.Within her sweet eyes, is where something lies.
They prance and dance all day Singing and playing joyfully in the forest Riding rainbows across the blue sky Waiting for someone to discover
Oh Great Unicorn you are so wise! As I am not much to my demise... What to do? What to do? I have thought it through and through, But, oh my sweet! I am torn! Where for art thou, Great Unicorn?