The last unicorn sounds to me,
I'm thinking, what to be,
lost in the world here I lay
in my soul's garden craving
for my home and slaving
in this dimension grey.

When will I see again
my friends, when I'll obtain
the place the heart knows?
I'm homesick, but where
is the way to get there,
the point my soul shows?

Tears are running down the cheek,
I'm suffering, I'm weak,
looking for the world I dream;
calling to the wind and fire,
turning in a circle, spire,
the hope will keep to find that realm.

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