The Genie in the Bottle Hottabych s Song

From a bottle, sealed in sand,
For a thousand desert years I stand.
Hottabych, the name I bear,
With a twinkle in my ancient stare.
Dust of ages, deep inside,
Magic sleeps, until the tide
Of fate releases, sets me free,
To grant your wishes, one, two, three!

Oh, the scent of frankincense,
The shimmering of silver pence!
I conjure carpets, fast and grand,
Across the dunes, a magic land.
Hottabych, Hottabych, hear my call,
I'll build you palaces, standing tall!
From Baghdad's walls to Samarkand,
I weave my spells at your command!

A young boy found me, by the shore,
Released the smoke I held in store.
He blinked his eyes, and cried aloud,
As ancient secrets I avowed.
Now East meets West, in wondrous ways,
Through bustling streets and sunlit days.
A djinn of old, in modern times,
I bend the world with playful rhymes.

Oh, the scent of frankincense,
The shimmering of silver pence!
I conjure carpets, fast and grand,
Across the dunes, a magic land.
Hottabych, Hottabych, hear my call,
I'll build you palaces, standing tall!
From Baghdad's walls to Samarkand,
I weave my spells at your command!

But wishes granted, come with care,
For hearts can change, and dreams can tear.
True happiness, a different art,
Lies not in spells, but in the heart.
Remember this, and hold it true,
The greatest magic lives in you.

Oh, the scent of frankincense,
The shimmering of silver pence!
I conjure carpets, fast and grand,
Across the dunes, a magic land.
Hottabych, Hottabych, hear my call,
I'll build you palaces, standing tall!
From Baghdad's walls to Samarkand,
I weave my spells at your command!

A puff of smoke, a whispered sigh,
Hottabych fades, beneath the sky...
Remember me, when shadows fall,
And magic whispers, heed my call...

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