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 that 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 passed Without even a last desperate warning

And you 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!

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