| After Wang Ch'ang-ling, "Hearing a Flute on the River" | ||
| I picture you there / in your tent in the sand With your little radio / clutched in your hand Tryin' to sleep in your helmet, thinkin' bout me Keeping calm in the storm listenin' to BBC We get it here, too / after Conan is done The moon on our Jeep / 3 a.m. with my cup |
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