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The Unicorn Lived In A Lilac Wood, And She Lived All Alone. She Was Very Old, Though She Did Not Know It, And She Was No Longer The Careless Color Of Sea Foam But Rather The Color Of Snow Falling On A Moonlit Night. But Her Eyes Were Still Clear And Unwearied, And She Still Moved Like A Shadow On The Sea.

The Most Professional Curse Ever Snarled Or Croaked Or Thundered Can Have No Effect On A Pure Heart.

Unicorns Are Immortal. It Is Their Nature To Live Alone In One Place: Usually A Forest Where There Is A Pool Clear Enough For Them To See Themselves -- For They Are A Little Vain, Knowing Themselves To Be The Most Beautiful.

He Thought, Or Said, Or Sang, I Did Not Know That I Was So Empty, To Be So Full.

I Fear It, For Her Sake. It Would Mean That She Too Is A Wanderer Now, And That Is A Fate For Human Beings, Not For Unicorns. But I Hope, Of Course I Hope.