Elli’s song the last unicorn:
What is plucked will grow again,
What is slain lives on
What is stolen will remain -
What is gone is gone
What is sea-born dies on land
Soft is trod upon
What given burns the hand -
What is gone is gone
Here is there, and high is low
All may be undone.
What is true, no two men know -
What is gone
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