When the last eagle flies,Over the last crumbling mountain
They will stare unbelieving
In the shadow of the forest, Though she may be old and worn
And the last lion roars, At the last dusty fountain
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
In the distance hear her laughter
And it seems like all is dying, And would leave the world to mourn
It's the Last Unicorn
When the last moon is cast, Over the last star of morning
I'm alive. I'm alive
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 shimmers, It's the Last Unicorn
I'm alive. I'm alive.
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