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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Little Unicorn
Songs remain unsung, too late the bells have rung The clock tolls twelve, as I put him on the shelf Sweet dreams, Little Unicorn, my heart is torn, Remember the fantasies, never regret your destiny You served your purpose, its over I suppose Maybe one day you'll return, My Little Unicorn You were destined to crash and burn, Little Unicorn Soon another will replace Leather instead of Lace Happiness replaced by scorn, my poisonous unicorn Good-bye to you, you loving fool I hope you suffer too. raw || truth |