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when the last eagle flies |
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over the last crumbling mountain |
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and the last lion roars |
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at the last dusty fountain |
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in the shadow of the forest |
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though |
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she may be old and worn |
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they will stare unbelieving |
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at the last unicorn |
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when the first breath of winter |
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through the flower is icing |
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and you look to the north |
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and a pale moon is rising |
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and it seems like all is dying |
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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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Refrain |
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I'm alive,I'm alive |
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when the last moon is cast |
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over the last star of morning |
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and the future has past |
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without even a last desperate warning |
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then look into the sky where through |
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THE CLOUDS A PATH IS TORN |
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look and see her how she sparkles |
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it's the last unicorn |
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Refrain |
