He’s a mystical creature
With his silver horn
He moves with a grace all
his own.
Faster than lightening he
moves
Upon his silver hooves
He shines in the night
In the glorious moonlight
In my dreams my magical
dreams
I ride on his back
As strange as it seems
I ride fast and free
The creature and me
The last of the Unicorns
Born to be free!
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