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The world stops when you enter
wares from the world collide
Blended cultures, far and wide
In this urban space
even the Royals of the woods are at home
Here, where Madame Jeu De Balle resides
The glare of gold, the smell of the past
Passion takes hold, inspiration flies fast
Junk to treasure
to vast to measure
The old world comes to the new
even if the buyer forgets they flew
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