The Truth About Arthur   (G. Kooymans) 1968 Miracle Mirror

He’s looking at me with his eyes closed and his lips are moving fast

Little drops are dripping now from his chin upon his chest

And every time I try to escape, the little dwarf appears and fades

His glassy hand it touches me, I smell the air of death and life

Walking through the ballroom of the dead, I hear two ghostly voices in a dark duet

Hearin’ the music of the minuet

Walkin’ through the ballroom of the dead

Voices, I wish they were singing glad

His glassy hand touches me, I smell the air of death and life

Walkin’ through the ballroom of the dead, I hear two ghostly voices in a dark duet

Hearin’ the music of the minuet

Walkin’ through the ballroom of the dead

Voices, I wish they were singing glad

Hearing music of the minuet

Ghostly voices in a dark duet...

I don’t wanna die…