In November's shroud, as daylight fades,
A night market stirs in secret shades,
A realm where stories and dreams cascade,
In the heart of the night, where bargains are made.

Amidst the lanterns, their soft glow,
Merchants and travelers come and go,
In November's mystique, the market's aglow,
With whispers of tales and trades that bestow.

From exotic spices to treasures rare,
Silk and silver, all on display with care,
In this nocturnal realm, nothing's too rare,
In November's market, all have a share.

The haggling voices, both near and far,
Echo through alleyways, like a distant star,
In the night market's dance, identities spar,
In November's embrace, where cultures unbar.

A tapestry woven, of stories untold,
In the night market's theater, secrets unfold,
Barter of goods and tales, the currency's gold,
In November's realm, where legends are bold.

As the clock strikes midnight, the market's encore,
Draws to a close, and merchants explore,
In November's night, a memory to store,
Of exchanges made, forever to adore.

So in November's embrace, let us find,
The night market's allure, a treasure to bind,
In the heart of the darkness, where dreams are signed,
In November's exchange, our spirits entwined.
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