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, throught the flowers 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 her laughter Its the last unicorn
When the last moon is cast, over the last star of morning 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, its the last unicorn [[EMOTICON:HEART1]
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