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I dreamt last night.

I was chasing a Unicorn,

he was brown,

his lustrous dark hair

gently swayed by the air.

His horn shined

like only unicorn horns are able to shine.

His eyes bright,

his appearance, smart.

Yes, I am a great poet, it is early morning; and I wish the week was already finished.

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