Unicorns are magical creatures,
Their coats gleaming bright.
With the horn glowing white,
While riding through the sky.
This unicorn is mine,
Through the night sky I can feel it rise.
Now running on the sand,
Where the hippogriffs dance.
And the mermaids sing of faraway lands,
Is where the heard stands.
Were I get the last glances,
Of the unicorns prance.
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