First breath of winter
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-О себе
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future is past without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the
clouds a path is formed
Look and see her how she sparkles
It`s the last unicorn
I`m alive? I`m alive? I`m alive?
(c) America
