The passion and the unicorn
Walked by a flower bed
The month was May—the time was morn
Their hearts were dull as lead
Ah, Unicorn, the passion cried
How tragic is this spring
With talk of love on every side
And strange the demons sing
Then arm and foreleg intertwined
Both mourned their crazy fate
The one was single of her kind
The other could not date
The passion and the unicorn Walked by a flower bed The month was May—the time was morn Their hearts were dull as lead Ah, Unicorn, the passion cried How tragic is this spring With talk of love on every side And strange the demons sing Then arm and foreleg intertwined Both mourned their crazy fate The one was single of her kind The other could not date
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