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 Sultan
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