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There when the sunset colors the streets. Everyone buys at wonderful stalls Toys and chocolates, guns and sweets, ivory pistols, and persian shawls, Everyone"s pockets crammed with gold, Nobody ever grows tired and old, And nobody calls you Baby there. There with a hat like a round, white dish upside down on each pig-tailed head, jugglers offer you snakes and fish, Dreams and dragons and gingerbread, Beautiful books with marvellous pictures, painted pirates and streaming gore, And everyone reads,tales he remembers for evermore.