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
Here we go go go
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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
Here we go go go
