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 flower 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 the laughter of the last unicorn
I'm alive, I'm alive
When the last moon is cast
over the last star of morning
and the future has past
without even a last desperate warning
then look into the sky where through
The clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles
it's the last unicorn
I'm alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive
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