| When I got back home I found a message on the door
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| Sweet Regina’s gone to China crosslegged on the floor
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| Of a burning jet that’s smoothly flying:
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| Burning airlines give you so much more
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| How does she intend to live when she’s in far Cathay?
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| I somehow can’t imagine her just planting rice all day
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| Maybe she will do a bit of spying
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| With micro-cameras hidden in her hair
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| I guess Regina’s on the plane, a Newsweek on her knees
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| While miles below her the curlews call from strangely stunted trees
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| The painted sage sits just as though he’s flying;
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| Regina’s jet disturbs his wispy beard
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| When you reach Kyoto send a postcard if you can
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| And please convey my fond regards to Chih-Hao's girl Yu-Lan
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| I heard a rumour they were getting married
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| But someone left the papers in Japan
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| Left them in Japan, left them in Japan… |