"The Sultan"
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Sultan king cruel majesty
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Ordered that his women die
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A single night this for all his wives
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Takes his pleasure then their lives
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And so for many days with the dawn
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The sultan had his way
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Wives were put to death
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His name on their dying breath
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Then one day as the evening came
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Sultan sends for him a wife
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Choose her well charms I wish to see
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Bring her, send her in to me
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Then came Scheherazade to his side
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And her beauty shone
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Like a flower grown
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Gentle as he'd ever known
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Scheherazade bewitched him
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With songs of jewelled keys
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Princes and of heroes
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And eastern fantasies
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Told him tales of sultans
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And talismans and rings
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A thousand and one nights she sang
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To entertain her king
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She sings, Scheherazade, Scheherazade, etc
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"The Young Prince And The Young Princess As Told By Scheherazade"
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And you would cause the sun to see your light
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And then be shamed
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You cover darkness with a thousand secret flames
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With your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love
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And I would cause the winds to blow a hundred different days
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And bring the perfumes of the gardens of the ways
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Of your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love
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Crystal and the clay, nights and the days
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All on the prince's seal
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Eagle of the sky, lion of the earth
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This is what the seal is worth, what the seal is worth
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Holds all of the dreams of a man
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Tapestries, wishes of man, pictures and visions of man
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The spirit of the soul of the man
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And he would vow to love her for the rest of all his days
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"The Festival"
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Sheherazade this day is yours
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The bearers of your gifts now all around you stand
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The finest silk made in the land
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Is waiting for your choice
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It shimmers at your hand
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Sheherazade your life is one
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You have today the sultan's love
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The people watch you step into the sun
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Stalls and bars of every kind
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Food piled high on woven leaves for all to eat
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Drums and flutes at every turn
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The music winding, twisting through the crowded streets
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Caravans from far away bring people laughing
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People come to see the sultan in Baghdad today
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Scheherazade her name is known
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Her tale is told
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The sultan let her life be spared
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The festival begins this day
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To celebrate her fame
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The people sing her praise
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Stories sung, the crowds are dancing
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To the music and the entertainment all the voices sing
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The people call to see the king
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The sultan smiles
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His story just begun
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The sultan and Sheherazade are one
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Scheherazade, Scheherazade
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She told him tales of sultans and talismans and rings
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A thousand and one nights she sang to entertain her king
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She sings, Scheherazade, Sheherazade, Scheherazade, etc.
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SONG OF SCHEHERAZADE
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