Wicks balance flame, a dark dew falls
In the street of fruit stalls’ Melon, guava, mandarin,
Pyramid-piled like cannon balls,
Glow red-hot, gold-hot from within
Dark Children with a coin to spend
Enter the lantern’s orbit; find
Melon, guava, mandarin
The moon compacted to a rind
The sun in a pitted skin
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