[00:03.63]When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain,
[00:10.45]And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain.
[00:16.99]In the shadow of the forest, though she may be all and one,
[00:24.33]They would stare unbelieving at the last unicorn.
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[02:15.96]When the first breath of winter though their flowers it’s icing,
[02:22.54]And you look to the north, and the pale moon is rising.
[02:29.64]And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to more.
[02:36.30]In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn.