When the last eagle flies over the last [bad word] 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 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 passed without even a last desperate warning 
Then 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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