When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain
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And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain
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In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn
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They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn
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When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
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And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
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And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
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In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn
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I¡¯m alive, I¡¯m alive
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When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
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And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
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Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is FORMED
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Look and see her how she sparkles, it¡¯s the last unicorn
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I¡¯m alive, I¡¯m alive
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Last Unicorn
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