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Paul was standing in front of a long mirror in his modest lodgings and frowning. There was vomit on his leg. There wasn't a lot, hardly any in fact, but the small stain disturbed him all the same. He had returned to London to recapture some lost sense of magic, or possibly adventure, or even impetuousness... but whatever the mystery quality was there was no doubt that it was gone. The real problem was that he didn't think he could get through the rest of his years without it. He decided to consider the incident, and his subsequent begriming, as a fair sign. In both trips to London he had immediately had a striking experience. It shouldn't ma

There is a great man, born so far away On a star that's long lost, the great Gallifrey. A soldier of wit, he fought brave and true But the time war kept going, Oh, what should he do? He made a hard choice, to save all of time He killed all his people, but was it a crime? Hatred had changed them, had made them the same As the fell Daleks, whom hatred had maimed. So now he's alone, the last of his kind Helping all that he meets, saving lives saves his mind. He falls from the sky, in his little blue box And whisks them away, in their nightie and socks. He's called The Doctor, this Time Lord, our friend And without his sweet love, th