An Asian land in smoky mistMy open hand becomes a fist
I am powerless to dare resist
All thy beauty I would list
I give control to every place
My loftiness shows on my face
Oh Asian charm from thee is grace
Your maple leaves resemble lace
Yet you would leave me all alone
And there’s no one to call my own
I sought to make your land my home
But left to venture and to roam
An Asian land in smoky mist
Regard the hand that makes this fist
Return the love at twilight’s tryst
Renew the vow I can’t resist
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