(NARRATION) Now the old man was nearing a toy shop Where he could hear a music box kind of sound From a miniature carousel with its miniature horses All circling faithfully around And a little girl wearing a russian styled coat Was carefully looking inside At the horses and knights and the trains with their lights While she was imagining they all were alive For at this time a child will dare To see what is perhaps not there Or at least not there to adult eyes Who have forgotten how to fantasize (WISH LISZT (TOY SHOP MADNESS)) (Instrumental)