Explanation

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Cloven hooves of sheer delight
The unicorn is ever bright
Their mystic grace of majesty
You now see woven in the tapestries
A fanciful portrait of days of old.

The legends of fantastic beings
Say some are small, others reach the ceiling.
A horse-like being with a bell-like cry
The sound that makes broken spirits fly.
Then the humans came and took the land
And destroyed the magic grand.
The enchanted horn that cured all ails
Was stolen now, despite their wails.
Hunted now, the unicorn
Killed mercilessly for their alicorn.
So now they are gone and here no more
So you see my dear,
It’s our own fault that there are no unicorns.






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