A tale of adventure was spun each day,
In the royal palace of Persia,
For the queen's young sister, Dunyazade
But that was before the story stopped at dawn
And was to continue at dusk for a thousand days,
Raynah was heartbroken and thought all women were equal
So a queen went into the palace each day,
Never to be seen again
For his heart belonged to Scheherazade, the queen of a thousand stories
At last, when she said, she doesn't have an another witty tale
He revealed to her his plan,
Saying this was only to draw her attention
and all the other queens were safe
They lived a happily ever after,
And from those thousand tales
The magic of the Arabian nights is evergreen and arose
The Stories Of Scheherazade
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