The Unicorns. Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone?. Ghost Mountain. Vienradži. Kurš Cut Mūsu Hair Kad mēs esam aizgājuši?. Ghost Mountain.
...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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