cant you see that im so bored,
streaming my fingers through the telephone cord,
cant go over there she said,
to the forest we were lead.
By a unicorn, his name was ted,
we dressed him up in royal red.
he drank from the well,
were spirits were said to dwell.
A curse arose,
as strong as the wildest foes,
We were to late,
and the color he wore became his unruly fate.
Listen to the birds that cry,
on the dawn that poor ted died.
We'll sing in favor of those long past,
to remember the days that they still last
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