Where to Begin

The crowded bricks of the marketplace
With the children frightened of the dark
The girls in red at the parlour said
That they′re all just in it for a laugh

Then I note down jotting in a moleskin
That I'm never gonna do this again
All is green in the market scene
In a vault too little for me

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Show your keen on the one who′s clean
In an outdoor, backyard bath
The older men with the shaven heads
Have given in, up or passed

And I'll never trip up on the golden orb
No, I'll never ever do it again
All I′ve seen where the arbour′s been
Is a tower fit for you and me and something in-between

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