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These many-coloured tents!

Their stands and their carts

And their hands on their hearts

see these Merchants!

Hear it:

A cacophony of sounds

Speaking and screaming

And laughing and singing

And Pleading

At the fringes of this market

Lie the remnants of my past

I see a face

I hear a voice

Do I know him?

I can recall

Nothing at all

Smell it:

Camel-fur and roasting meat

Taste them:

The spices carried on the wind

I can’t recall…

I can’t recall…

Taste it:

An apple far more red than coral

The knowledge it brings of these

Unrecalled things comes and goes

In my mind

Like a vaporous dream…

Recollecting is teasing me

But I cannot hold it

I can see these parts of my past

Life on display

Smell it:

The flow’r that no longer has

Its proper name

Not in my mind nor my heart

Can I find the last part of this mistery!

It haunts me!

This rosy face I can’t place

This market-boy

When everything else

Is a nebulous coast I can see

His lighthouse-eyes

They are guidind me to safety

The market on the shore

Behind me fades

I hear his call,

I hear his call…

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