| Hunting in the Sea of Japan
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| Ambrose left the tourist trail behind him
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| So bold with his gun in his hand
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| Of his furs there was no need to remind him
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| Tripping over a Holy Man
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| Mind that here you don’t choose your friends
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| Ambrose asked for a helping hand
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| He heaved his chest, and pointed West
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| To where the river runs
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| With Josie back home on his mind
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| Brushing off the fruit flies of the season
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| And 'Brosie was surely struck blind
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| By a sight that defies human reason:
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| On an island of gleaming rock
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| Jutting up from the blue lagoon
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| A ceremonial music box
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| And from it flowed, a bright new mode
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| That made our hero swoon
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| A finer minor from China
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| The World when the traveler returned
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| As you know played out its bloody romances
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| But Ambrose he knew what he’d learned
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| With his prize in hand he took his chances
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| Soon the sound that delights the ear
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| Blended in with the armies' roar
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| When the warriors strained to hear
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| This new bebop, this shooting star
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| Their guns were bullet-full
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| A finer minor from China
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| A finer minor from China
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| A finer minor from China |