In fields of gold and meadows green,
A creature rare and wondrous seen,
With mane of rainbow hues aglow,
And horn that gleams with magic's flow.
The unicorn, a noble steed,
With power in every galloping lead,
Its eyes of starlight, bright and clear,
A sight to behold, so dear.
In forests deep and ancient glades,
It roams free, a world unchained,
A symbol of hope and purity,
A legend, a dream, a rarity.
So let us cherish this creature fair,
And keep its memory always there,
For in its grace and beauty true,
We find a glimpse of magic too.
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Furqan
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