The Unicorns. Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?. Ghost Mountain. 野牛. 当我们走了,谁会削减我们的头发呢?. 鬼山.
...we stepped back, but it was drawing near And it lunged for our throats So we packed our things, made tracks, Undid our footprints, even furled our flag, and.. We were gone
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