Marc Bolan and T. Rex - She Was Born to Be My Unicorn lyrics

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She was born to be my Unicorn

Robed head of ferns

Cat child tutored by the learned.

Darkly ghostish host

Haggard vizier of the moats

Seeks the sandled shores of Gods

Baby of the moors.

The night-mare's mauve mashed mind

Sights the visions of the blinds

Shoreside stream of steam

Cooking kings in cream of scream.

Jackdaw winter head

Cleans his chalcedony bed

A silken word of kind

Was returned from Nijinsky Hind.

Giant of Inca hill

Loosed his boar to gorely kill

The dancing one horned waife

In doublet of puffin-bill.

The beast in feast of sound

Kittened lamb on God's ground

Ridden by the born of horn

Jigged like a muse on life's lawn.