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It came at noon, that pastoral card
That offered him a glimpse of the unknown
"At your service is the master
Of the mystic arts and twilight zone"
It's Doctor Strange
It's Doctor Strange
Praise the fates, it's Doctor Strange
Praise the fates, it's Doctor Strange
He made his way to the address
A limehouse alley, a door set in the wall
A note within read, "Drink the glass that
Stands upon a table in this hall"
It's Doctor Strange
It's Doctor Strange
Praise the fates, it's Doctor Strange
Praise the fates, it's Doctor Strange
The hallway swallowed the day
An air of darkness and decay
Wherein dwells good Doctor Strange
Praise the fates, it's Doctor Strange



Writer(s): Paul Roland



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