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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 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
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