A poem for a loved one named Christine
Sweet dream Christine, what colour are your eyes?
The colour of the grey seas, the colour of the skies.
Sweet dream Christine most beautiful of faces
Take this ten dollars dear and win some at the races
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Funny when he came to tea
He didn't really look chinese
Mr Asias gone
From the back streets of Singapore can't find him anymore
Mr Asias Gone
Sampan's in drydock, whats the rickshaw for?
Mr Asias gone
Now theres no more Mr Asia let's give the job to Graham Brazier
Mr Asias gone
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