Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
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.
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