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over the mountains of the moon
Where are you, unicorn?
Some years ago I got tired of waiting. If you wouldn't come to find me, well then: I would go searching, and find you.
Many a pair of shoes I have worn thin, walking over this earth. Many wonders have I seen. I have had joys and sorrows, fears-- so many fears. And still I haven't found you.
I'm still looking.
Still waiting.
Will you never come to me?
Some years ago I got tired of waiting. If you wouldn't come to find me, well then: I would go searching, and find you.
Many a pair of shoes I have worn thin, walking over this earth. Many wonders have I seen. I have had joys and sorrows, fears-- so many fears. And still I haven't found you.
I'm still looking.
Still waiting.
Will you never come to me?