THE LAST UNICORN

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 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, her the laughter of the Last Unicorn,

I'm alive...I'm alive...

When the last moon is cast over the last star of morining,
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 sparkles, it's the Last Unicorn,

I'm alive...I'm alive...

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This is the song from The Last Unicorn (the movie)
I have always loved this movie and I have always found it so sad,
and heartfelt.
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