Hunting in the Sea of Japan,
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Ambrose left the Taurus trail behind him.
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So bold with his gun in his hand:
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Of his fuzz 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 ran.
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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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Ambrosie was surely struck blind
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With 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 blue note
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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 movie bop, the shooting stopped;
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Their guns were butted for
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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.
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Yellow Peril
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| Steely Dan |
