As I n 'have no inspiration right now to power this blog, I recycle ... Forgive me. That said, I'm not sure you're very likely to walk here. Image found here
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Tears of the Unicorn
She lived in a hidden Wood
In a place unknown to me
She preferred solitude
the noise and multitude
His name alone inspires beauty
independence, purity
At least She startled her And
fled to avoid being touched
Some people tried to catch
To capture his horn
They used young virgin
order it from falling into their trap
But hunters returned shameful
Deprived of a fabulous booty
A legend has remained
Myth and remained
She wanted to travel the world
To see if the earth was round one
not perky she went
of the sweetness its shelter
But everywhere around the earth
peoples declared war
Powerful drunk with power led
poor to slaughter
Poverty, hunger and blood
did not spare even children
In their eyes she read the sentence
Despair, fear, hatred
She did not understand why
Misfortune reigned here Low
Then she decided
From fast reach home
But the calm of his home
Do not allow him to forget
And since his eyes dull
Flow tears of the Unicorn
