(Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford/Phillips/Barnard)
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While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet
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with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling Cynthia
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raised her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head.
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Two weeks later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured
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musical box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole"
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began to play, a small spirit- figure appeared. Henry had returned -
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but not for long, for as he stood in the room his
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body began ageing rapidly, leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires
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surged through him. Unfortunately the attempt
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to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery
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to investigate the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled
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the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both.
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Play me Old King Cole
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That I may join with you,
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All your hearts now seem so far from me
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It hardly seems to matter now.
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And the nurse will tell you lies
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Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
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But I am lost within this half-world,
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It hardly seems to matter now.
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Play me my song.
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Here it comes again.
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Play me my song.
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Here it comes again.
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Just a little bit,
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Just a little bit more time,
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Time left to live out my life.
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Play me my song.
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Here it comes again.
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Play me my song.
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Here it comes again.
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
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And a merry old soul was he.
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So he called for his pipe,
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And he called for his bowl,
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And he called for his fiddlers three.
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But the clock, tick-tock,
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On the mantlepiece -
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And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch,
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Her warmth...
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She's a lady, she's got time,
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Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
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She's a lady, she is mine.
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Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.
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I've been waiting here for so long
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And all this time has passed me by
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It doesn't seem to matter now
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You stand there with your fixed expression
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Casting doubt on all I have to say.
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Why don't you touch me, touch me,
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Why don't you touch me, touch me,
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Touch me now, now, now, now, now...
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The Musical Box
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Genesis |