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The Last Unicorn

When the first breath of winter
Through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north
As 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

(Song Excerpt : America:The Last Unicorn)

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