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Last Unicorn
When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling
mountain
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest
Though she may be old and
worn
They will stare unbelieving
At the Last Unicorn
When the first breath of
winter
Throught the flowers is
icing
And you look to the north
And a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is
dying
And would leave the world
to mourn
In the distance hear her
laughter
It's the Last Unicorn
I'm alive... I'm alive
When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning
And the future is past
Without even a last desparate
warning
Then look into the sky where
through
The clouds a path is formed
Look and see her how she
sparkles
It's the Last Unicorn
I'm alive... I'm alive.
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