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Achmed made a marvellous find 
as he walked inside the Bazaar, 
all kinds of mysterious treasures
deposited from near and far: 

A Heart of purest Gold
nestled inside a wooden chest, 
some cobwebs clung to the side
yet it still shone its very best.
did he sense a slight beating
as he held it in his hand?
was there still some life left
in this golden heart so grand?

A bright glint caught his eye
and, reaching, he saw a gem -
was it a small Sapphire Eye
adorning a Moorish hem?
did it give him a quick wink
to catch his concentration?
could it really be living?
or, was it his imagination?

Before he could be sure, 
he saw what looked like a Nose
carved out of finest Ivory, 
what history would it disclose?
and then, it seemed to snuffle
as if it were enduring a cold; 
dare he touch this strange thing?
was Achmed really all that bold?

The shopkeeper tapped his shoulder
and asked if he liked what he saw -
he turned around, and fell to the ground
of his Moroccan bedroom floor.

It was all a weird, delirious dream 
Achmed dreamt that hot night, 
and, standing at the lattice window
he stared at the soft moonlight

Shining on the open Sea, 
wistfully heaving a huge sigh, 
was it more than his imagination?
was it more than met the eye?

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