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spOrtfGf{r Dull moths, become silver butterflies and stars momentarily Flitting across the colourful players then, their fantasy over, return to merge into the greyness and emptiness which is their existence.

SL'IV, G€NERAL The world has come to an end, The head is falling in glory, Touching, for last, the clouds ln red, orange, yellow; pale, The wound bleeds on the mountain, The breath is failing, losing, But not unnoticed, The loss can never be filled. Marcia Kewley, 9A.

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