she is the last
she is the last or so they say
but you'll never see her in light of day
she's beautifully white and silky smooth
she'll never strike a child with a golden hoove
at night she moves through the woods like a specter
and no king how hared he tryies can detect her
for with her silken coat and spiral horn
she is above all else the last unicorn
but you'll never see her in light of day
she's beautifully white and silky smooth
she'll never strike a child with a golden hoove
at night she moves through the woods like a specter
and no king how hared he tryies can detect her
for with her silken coat and spiral horn
she is above all else the last unicorn
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