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Several hundred years before
A gambler and a monk embarked
On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North
They had a fierce debate
About ¬¬Gd and chance and fate
and to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played

The game went on all day

ANNABELLE:
Winding all the dials and the wires and the spires and the
tests for the connections and injections still to run
Capacitors and meters and the alkali and beakers
The restating of equations for the phase about to come

Please come back to me there’s so much we could be
Please come back, with voltage i invoke

Several hundred years before a gambler and a monk embarked
On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North
They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate
And to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played
The game went on all day and through the next and next they played
And around them a shelter was built to shield the rain
A street around the shelter formed, then a church, a house, a bar
And that is how the city of New Albion was born

And so a generation’s passed Annabel married at last
And she had a son she named Edgar but alas
She died when he was 10 his heart was broken but since then
He’s grown and found his darling Fay with whom he wants to wed

The red haired dwarf he had a son when the son turned 31
He stabbed his father so new mob boss he’d become
As his father slowly died he told his son with tear stained eyes

And so the years they fly, a generation goes on by
And new faces, new places of New Albion arrive
The doll that Edgar brought back for Fay well sure enough
He’s Jasper, the same one that Annabelle herself called up

Edgar and Fay had a son, a young man who’s named Byron
And he’s inherited the Doll, his dear Jasper whom he loves
After years and years of folks bringing back their dead ones, droves

NARRATOR:
Meanwhile we come back to the fourth and final act
Byron got himself a trophy wife and had
A daughter who he named Priscilla and she came
To age in a city that is now a police state

New Albion today is a harsh and martial place
The riots destroyed buildings, streets and throughways