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 Through 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 cloudes a path is
formed Look and see her how she
sparkles It's the Last Unicorn I'm alive...
I'm alive... I'm alive
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