We sail tonight for Singapore,
we're all as mad as hatters here.
I've fallen for a tawny Moor,
took off to the land of Nod.
Drank with all the Chinamen,
walked the sewers of Paris.
I danced along a colored wind,
dangled from a rope of sand.
You must say goodbye
to
me.
Ask what thou wilt.
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