America

The Last Unicorn
America


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When the ^Cm last eagle flies
over the ^G# last crumbling ^Bb mountain
And the ^Cm last lion roars at the
at the ^G# last dusty ^Bb fountain

in the ^Cm shadow of the ^Bb forest
though she ^G# may be old and ^D# worn
they will ^Fm stare unbe ^Gm lieving
at the ^G# last Uni ^Bb corn

When the ^Cm first breath of winter
through the ^G# flowers is ^Bb icing
and you ^Cm look to the north
and the ^G# pale moon ^Bb rising

and it ^Cm seems like all is ^Bb dying
and would ^G# leave the world to ^D# mourn
in the ^Fm distance hear her ^Gm laughter
of the ^G# last Uni ^Bb corn

I’m a ^D# live ^Cm , I’m a ^G# live ^Cm
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When the ^Cm last moon is cast
over the ^G# last star of ^Bb morning
and the ^Cm future is past
without even a ^G# last desperate ^Bb warning

then ^Cm look into the ^Bb sky where through the
^G# clouds a path is ^D# formed
Look and ^Fm see her how she ^Gm sparkles
it's the ^G# last Uni ^Bb corn

I’m a ^D# live ^Cm , I’m a ^G# live ^Cm

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