| Misirlou (De "Pulp Fiction") |
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| Desert shadows creep across purple sands. |
| Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. |
| There, silhouetted under and eastern star, |
| I see my long lost blossom of shalimar |
| You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one. |
| Old temple bells are calling across the sand. |
| We'll find our Kismet, answering love's command. |
| You, Misirlou, are a dream of delight in the night. |
| To an oasis, sprinkled by stars above, |
| Heaven will guide us, Allah will bless our love. |
