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The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
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the-last-unicorn
peter-beagle
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Peter S. Beagle |
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"song of elli (old age) "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 is 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 is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone."
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peter-s-beagle
song-of-elli-old-age-elli-s-song
the-last-unicorn
old-age
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Peter S. Beagle |
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"song of elli (old age) "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 is 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 is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone." --
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peter-s-beagle
song-of-elli-old-age-elli-s-song
the-last-unicorn
old-age
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Peter S. Beagle |
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I was born mortal, and I have been immortal for a long, foolish time, and one day I will be mortal again; so I know something that a unicorn cannot know. Whatever can die is beautiful--more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world.
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fantasy-books
the-last-unicorn
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Peter S. Beagle |
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But the important thing is for you to understand that it doesn't matter whether the clock strikes ten next, or fifteen o'clock. You can strike your own time, and start the count anywhere. When you can understand that -- then any time at all will be the right time for you.
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peter-s-beagle
the-last-unicorn
lessons-in-life
love-life
unicorn
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Peter S. Beagle |
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At last he said to me, 'My son, your ineptitude is so vast, your incompetence so profound, that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known.
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peter-s-beagle
the-last-unicorn
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Peter S. Beagle |