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The marketplace has nothing to sell

Left alone its awning’s shiver

Wind whistles through the wood

Fish teeth snapping in a river

Peaks puncture the sky

Like a child’s icy toes

Dipped in a stream

That a few of us know

And the clouds, just a ripple?

A shock from the impact?

Shadows on the streets

Look like veils at morning

Ice blots in the stone cracks

Where tears must have fallen

Oil by the bucket feeds flares to the heavens

Offerings of incense, small bills, and lemons

Drumbeats in the caves and hearbeats in the huts

Protectors unveiled for the first time in months

You find some best friends

We’ll hold each other

And I’ll turn the bells

I’ll turn the bells

You find some best friends

We’ll hold each other

And I’ll turn the bells

I’ll turn the bells

The storm clouds pass

And everything’s for sale

The chattering of rapids

And the bartering of sunset

Beads crunch like bones

Through fingers and knuckles

Poor hands pick cheap Quartz

In the quarries and cliff edge

A group of sandalwood trees

With clotted blood coloured bark

Candle-lit teeth

Half-moon smiles in the dark

The biker gangs smoking on the edge of the lake

The smoke like white horses, a white-eyed mistake

There’s spirits in the water like photos in a box

They’re torn by the current and crushed by the rocks

You find some best friends

We’ll hold each other

And I’ll turn the bells

I’ll turn the bells

You find some best friends

We’ll hold each other

And I’ll turn the bells

I’ll turn the bells

You find some best friends

We’ll hold each other

And I’ll turn the bells

I’ll turn the bells

You find some best friends

We’ll hold each other

And I’ll turn the bells

I’ll turn the bells

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