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In puffs of balm, the night air blows

The perfume which, they day foregoes

Watching the liquid sky above the hill

Yearning - the fields are still

In the midnight forest the dark oak trees don't move

(As if I had the silence itself to prove)

Suddenly he appears, a milk white creature

With the proud form of a horse

He moves his head, I recognize my saviour

My future foretold did change it's course

The silver moonlight running like sea water

Along the pearly spiral of his horn

Am I his daughter?

Deserving his scorn

And on the pure fading horizon far,

See pulsing with the firstborn star.

The Unicorn I have known, the fear I've shown

Watching the liquid sky above the hill

The evening it comes slowly, the fields are still

In the midnight forest the dark oak trees don't move

As if they had the silence itself to prove

And on the pure fading horizon far,

See pulsing with the firstborn star.

The Unicorn I have known, the fear I've shown

[Solo: Richard]