You can't just dream of a unicorn.
You have to put in the work first.
Maybe a weekend's worth.
Maybe a lifetime's.
Maybe a weekend's worth.
Maybe a lifetime's.
If you try too soon, the unicorn will bolt:
Like a roll of cloth transmuted into dust by moths.
Like the lock you put on the Door to keep yourself in.
Like the lighting that broke the Tree.
Like a roll of cloth transmuted into dust by moths.
Like the lock you put on the Door to keep yourself in.
Like the lighting that broke the Tree.
But when you are ready, you will know.
That's how these things usually work.
That's how these things usually work.
You can't just dream of a unicorn.
Except,
Maybe,
Tonight you can.
Maybe,
Tonight you can.
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