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Orange light streams in

And the floor dances with fire

Meanwhile, in the sky

Pink translucent clouds are shaded

By billowing plumes of smoke

Ash covers the sidewalks

Children play with it

Like they would a puddle

Watched over by a flaming copper sun

Why is it so beautiful

When the world is on fire?

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