Mystery
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Rain drops falling outside my window
    cat with nine inch nails scratching at my door
Music playing in the background
    don't think i can take this anymore
.
Go to my closet, look through folds of black
    think i'll walk out to the park today
Old wise man wino on the corner yells to me
    "The last unicorn went that way!"
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Water grates my spine, sliding down my shirt
    peer into the bars of pawn shop windows
Watch little gnomes fixing watches
    they don't even notice when i turn to go
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Walking through the rusted gate
    birds heated call, "The fey are abound!"
Step around the mushroom ring
    and into mirror shards on the ground
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Pick up a piece,  where i smile at myself
    "mirror mirror, who's the fairest one of all?"
Shows me a boy i used to know
    who winks at me, tells me to stand tall
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So i turn around, go back home
    calico cat at my door says he's proud of me
Strip to the skin, let the rain pour
    for the unicorn, a later time for mysteries.
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-Moon Sidhe © 1998