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A Persian Love Song
Song
Harold Weeks
Arthur Freed
Melody Shop Publishing Co., Seattle, WA
RS

Wake for the dawn is near,
Harken the chanticleer,
See on yon turret tall
Morning’s first sunlight fall,

CHORUS:
Amitiya, my purple pansy,
Raise up your wondrous head.
The light that lies in sapphire skies
I see reflected in your dear eyes.
The smooth rolled cloud
In all its splendor
Envies your braided hair,
I adore you,
There’s none before you,
Amitiya, Persian lady fair.

Watch’d by the stars above,
Persia has the one I love;
For her I always long.
Singing my plaintive song,

Iran/Persia
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