Arabian Night

Here rests the Tiger God of old,

A guardian of endless gold.

Its heart ripped out, so I am told,

Now beneath the earth in caves so cold.

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What treasures lie beneath these sands?

In the Cave of Wonders, once so grand.

On the shifting dunes I pause and stand,

Could the gold's temptation I withstand?

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Though the greatest treasure's long since gone,

Its tale passed by quill and song,

Its princess, street rat, long since gone,

Along with friends who tagged along.

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The day it passes, comes the night,

The wind, it carries bitter bite.

On the dunes, from such a height,

I see a city's glowing lights.

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Agrabah, the city grand.

Agrabah shall always stand.

My camel takes me over land,

The night's chill I can't withstand.

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But as I travel through the gloom,

I glance back at the tiger's tomb.

Forgotten under desert dunes,

But I do believe I'll return soon.

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Who can resist the lure of gold?

Who can forget the prince of old?

The myths, on me they have a hold,

Tales long since to me told.