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When the last eagle flies over 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 the 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 formed
Look and see her, how she sparkled, it's the Last Unicorn,
I'm alive...I'm alive...
Written by Jimmy Webb