Last Unicorn

Last Unicorn

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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 all and one

They would stare unbelieving

at the last unicorn

When the first breath of winter

though their flowers it’s icing

And you look to the north

and the pale moon is rising

And it seems like all is dying

and would leave the world to more

In the distance hear the laughter

of the last unicorn