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Nine hundred and ninety-nine nights

Forty-two turns of the moon

I knew then that one night the well would run dry

I know now that night will come soon:

Nine hundred and ninety-nine nights

Tonight, and tomorrow, and then

I’ll see the moon rise for the third and last time

As my spool of tales comes to its end

Only three left and there’s power in threes

In the stories I tell, there’s never a doubt

That the third one is different, the third one has magic

But what will I do, where will I be

What will become of me, when the stories run out?

Nine hundred and ninety-nine nights

Three summers, three springs and two falls

The long endless nights of three frozen winters

And those were the hardest of all

Nine hundred and ninety-nine nights

Too spellbound to touch me at first

I told him the tale of the faithful young daughter

Who knew that her marriage was cursed

Only three left and there’s power in threes

In the stories I tell, there’s never a doubt

That the third one is different, the third one has magic

But what will I do, where will I be

What will become of me, when the stories run out?

Three hundred and five when my firstborn arrived

That night was the tale of the morning star rising at dawn

Six hundred and twenty — my second son came:

I told of the tale of the moon ever chasing the sun

Nine hundred and seven — the smallest of three:

That night came the noble adventure of three brothers brave

He sleeps at my breast, but there’s power in threes

And who knows what this third one might save?

Nine hundred and ninety-nine nights

The fear with each story’s last breath

Was this tale as good as the ones gone before it

Enough still to keep me from death?

Nine hundred and ninety-nine nights

Three silver coins left still to spend

The last one’s the tale of the girl who told stories

And who knows how this one will end?

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