Gold are not Silver
dust has to return, night has a day
as the sky in the heaven, the night has fall into darkness
the air blown to the highest height, the wave return to the shore
as the moutain tall looks in the ocean floor, the bird sings
man has to find, the destiny it brings
as the flowers that blooms, the stream goes to the river raged
birth that laugh, to the pangs it offers
as the gift tastes, the sweet rejoice in the halos of midst
brings as you gives, the heart that survive, to the laughter that pass by
make the best for everything you take, all are just fake, to what you made
the sounding joy you hears, is what you know that, all are just new, where everything will be for you
moment is true, time is made, days are counted, in the birth life
has started, live the best and God take the rest
air is but a breath in the end we will pass, clean the heart, the purest
soul make it last, for the gold is not silver and everything will turn to
dust
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Deep in my heart
as the waves conquer, the ocean floor, and the water kisses
the river stream, the joy that lingers in my twinkling heart, makes
my whispering soul, to rejoice in your soul
you who lived with me amidst of a miserable world, wins my heart,
to go where it takes, live where it ends and conquer where i stand,
waves all the struggle that echo in a distance land, for my dream,
would never be the same
leave me not, for my life will lives only with you, believe what i see
not in every wilderness you find light, not even memories to
remember that life we live is but a dream to forget, just hold on
in my shadow for i will make you live
iam not a god nor you a little god, where every angels live, yet! the
wisdom of time, reveals the essence of life, that holding me is to live
with you, its a space between space that will make you survive to
where your life live
time as time past bye, every moment lift is our to share, it is a
parting good bye, that in darkness of the sky, the firefly illuminate
the infinite shadow of what meant to love you, leaving the pangs
of death
my heart believes the pristine breath that you give, a heart that
creates something that only you can give, a revealing you, where
everything comes into being, an incense of eternity begins
hold me close, and i will take you there, to the yell of hearts, to the
dream of reality, a joy that last forever, to the afterlife where we
begin and always trust my heart that beneath the wings, we will
pass the dawning rays of joy..... thank you and i love you
poem by Antonio Liao
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Water from the Dust
Just as the pang melted the pain of birth, touching the inner
shadow of blooming sweet on the glittering eyes of the mother
has wonder the passion of life, in the honey comb of the womb
as it welcome the night comes another unbelievable daylight,
unwavering pinnacle of a beautiful sunrise hover the cloudy sky
of victory of a little child born in the midst of a tiny clot of dust
in the moisture of hyacinth dew
perfect as the creator, mystery shade the pavement of
existence that life step forward to the destined heaven of the
highest most journey where, once all were citizen has fall and
will return; a returning home of joy and happiness of the
Father bosom arm
weak tells me the same, and the strength that i owe, invites
to come to know the direction, of one has to go and the
memory has gone; yoke of what is today, as the future fade
for everybody has to stay, that each end is just a only a dust in
the wondering water it surpass of stream to play
leave my breathe away, squander all the given moment of
the past, and never tell the soul that the dust comes from heart
leaves no direction forever more.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Time
Friend, as the moments tick away, we can see the end of another day,
And as time continues marching on, soon we see another year is gone.
Friend, time for no one will stand still, but it continues on by God’s will.
And time each day does not change, for every man it stays the same.
All time by God has one set pace, for every man in this human race.
The only thing that varies friend, is your own beginning and your end,
That single day of your own birth, the very day you arrived on earth.
And the day that you shall depart, from this place you had your start.
At that point again time will be, the same for all throughout eternity.
The length of time you will endure, is the time will call forevermore.
Once in eternity you have a start, you will find that you won’t depart.
Throughout eternity there is no end, this truth is fact for all my friend.
The length of the coming eternity, is the end of any and all similarity.
There is one of two places friend, where in eternity you shall spend.
For when all men from earth depart, they leave with a different heart.
Your time on the earth can not be, compared at all with your eternity.
For when your time on earth is done, you’ll see darkness or The Son.
Friend, Hell is that special place, so men don’t have to see God’s face.
Since the darkness was their delight, God made for them eternal night.
If Christ has saved you from the night, you will enter His Eternal Light.
For those who do believe in Christ, for them, God offers Eternal Life.
All other men upon their last breath, shall descend into eternal death.
For unbelievers there is no return, from the fire that will eternally burn.
In the time you have left on earth, you need to experience a new birth.
For when your time does pass away, where you go you will go to stay.
Forging with ink of Hope and Faith
the last things fish feel thirst; lay down the dry
grown in the middle of breathless gills, showing the
endless mercy of dying, whistle in the air as it
suffocate
the breezing fresh gallop the nostril of nudeness
of a living soul, waiting the smoothness of flow of a
waiting catching soul to survive, the lasting
remembrance of a wondering immortal being exist
the shore catches the wave, as the pebble, wrestling
the turmoil of water in the heavenly pure of struggle,
nay the living floating weeds capture the mingling
drift in the tiny bubble in the deep blue sea
last the passing scene of the memory of the past, all
comes in a freezing sky to stay as it says a golden bye
of what is a blooming flower in the stream of river
gone into the sea of wonderful sky
wait as it flew the dust has mock of faith in the
rainbow of hope that the day leaves as you return and
forward of what ever ink in the memory of your life,
for what ever plan lives in the wish of days in the sun
walk and gone, the vision is to stay always in the
journey with fun, just believe and never fade the faith
and hope that all wait for you to make you, as always
be apart with the great plan
know the air that breathe and learn that someday you
will be back in the touching hand with Faith that
only you is the One to make your birth goal be true
go and leave no trace, the footprints will find you there
to stay with God; in the sea shore of Hope all has to
leave and return..... with Faith
poem by Antonio Liao
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Move Your Feet
You are the only one who can take my breath away
Like they say time flies when you're having fun
My love to you still feels like on the first day
For the rest of my life I need you by my side
You are the love of my life
Sun always shines when you're near
Sharing your secrets my dear
You are the one that I need
Without you I can't breath
Give me one moment in time
I wish you'll always be mine
Nothing that I wouldn't do
You know I guide you through
You're the one that I love send from heaven above
You are the queen of my heart
Every breath that I take every move that I make
All is for you worth the way
You are the love of my life
You are the key to survive
I need you by my side every day every night
I swear I love you
You are the love of my life
You are the key to survive
Wherever you go I just want you to know
You 'll stay here in my life
Cried picture your face in my hands
Hope that this love never ends
I would be by your side
For the rest of my life
Give me one moment in time
I wish you'll always be mine
Live for each moment a day
And I heal my suffering
You're the one that I love send from heaven above
You are the queen of my heart
Every breath that I take every move that I make
All is for you worth the way
You are the love of my life
You are the key to survive
I need you by my side every day every night
I swear I love you
You are the love of my life
You are the key to survive
Wherever you go I just want you to know
You 'll stay here in my life
For the rest of my life
I need you by my side
You 'll always be mine
You are the one that I need
You're the one that I love send from heaven above-
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Facelift Journey
waiting patiently
thou stranded with my tears of joy, listening
to the wave that invite
my dear soul to the abundant
of gracing wave of happiness
dear good heart of passion
help not dismay my
gorgeous sting of waiting, cascading the
fall of every rainbow of hope,
that someday success
will welcome the glad
tiding of flowering remembrance of great
fulfilling journey of existence
oh! mighty strength return
the birth that
I always pray, nay come in the middle of the
night for my eyes wanted
to pass in the closing
dark
bring me, where my heart
wants to breath, wanting my
soul may capture the last closing
dawn of Life...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Angel An Echo Of My Soul
behold! an angel in the high above is in me,
.......a cloth of aura covers the whole area, an angel
has come, welcome a visitor that
brings good news, with a band of trumpet,
flute and lyre
alleluia let my soul rejoice, for a special winged human forms
......has turn in me a halos of wisdom and knowledge to
see more than i saw, believe more than i believed
and trust that leads my soul to the heaven i
adore
lou! my spirit move to the highest echelon of joy, an extraordinary
.....beauty that brings me to see beyond this universe as
i live, like a superhuman in a spirit form glows as
it touches in our human faculties, its the spirit
of God they brings
as the holy hosts of heaven, celestially lives with us, angels wings make
......its fast, to lead us near to God we trust, seraphim and
cherubim singing with us, where our beatific vision
be in one to the angel shall we stand, when the
heaven and earth will be gone
angels as we live, dear us always to God, to thy throne we are glad in
.....the most holy one we give our precious life i leave, oh!
messenger in many form, prophetic kingdom you
belong, gather us in the assembly of saints,
and be counted us.......One
poem by Antonio Liao
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Departed Souls
Men and women close to us, die each day and return to dust.
And for some who pass away, many can only hope and pray,
That they too, knew The Way, before they had died that day,
If Christ was not upon their heart, on that day they did depart.
The return to dust we all face, is a way to life by God’s Grace,
Through belief in His own Son, who died a death for everyone.
While they had lived in this life, they could see truths of Christ,
In the lives of many of those, who believed in Christ, who rose.
A choice must be made by all, to avoid death, from Adam’s fall,
To accept the love of Calvary, and He who died for you and me.
We need to share with everyone, Eternal Truths of God’s Son,
Men and women, girls and boys, so they can make the choice.
For there’s no time after men die, to lift up prayers into the sky,
To alter choices men had made, before bodies have been laid,
God has given man ample time, to change a heart and a mind,
It’s when men don’t believe, the Spirit of Truth that they receive.
Friend it is God’s ultimate desire, that no man perish in the fire,
But instead receive Eternal Life, through His Son Jesus Christ.
We must let loved ones know, they make a choice where to go,
When they leave this earthly state, eternity is not chance or fate.
Men need to make a determination, in regards to their salvation,
To trust in God’s saving Grace, before they ever leave this place.
No family will have to grieve, knowing in Christ they did believe,
So those left can rest assured, they died knowing Christ as Lord.
(Copyright ©01/2007)
Take care of me Lord, i'm yours.......
Leave my soul down to the very beginning, where
I sprouted, whim what all I receive and let no one will
dump in my breath; I’m in a halo of every mercy
of your angel, the Alpha of my life
Stream go while as you stay, receive all the flow
of every dream, lighted all that melt for in your shadow
will come to an end, reflected in the every glow,
you’re the never ending stay; I waited you for so long,
the humble life, where you belong, by weightless soul
soon to go in the clouds I placidly return
Wait endlessly the paint I barrow, the brush I usually
do, brings my sorrow to the joy I dream to make
you happy, just a little moment or an hour the wheel
of the day color my work as I always wake; the step I
walk as you’ll be with me in the motionless body I lay
Sleep my darling soul, in a Big hand you sleep for a
moment of memories; all is a clay in the dust blown out
to a land where everybody, don’t understand, sudden
your hope and dried up your tears, all brings you to
believe the truth of what is in your hand
Slowly, so quickly everyone had to taste the working
Big hand, beneath our lining of lines, the existence of
The One beyond this time……. I trust in you Lord
“As every line dot in every ink, my Heart lifted high to
Ms. Merciditas C. Dampayla “ I dedicate this poem
poem by Antonio Liao
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Some Considerations
Consider this world and also our place in it
and know that time passes by every minute.
Consider those who’re living and also the dead
and know of the ways people earn their bread.
We consider many things but few are of real importance
and know that all those which are not are in abundance.
In consideration of this what can anyone do?
but live one’s life in a way which is true.
Consider the flowers in the garden and the colours they show
and know that with tender loving care from a seed they grow.
Consider all the children somewhere and watch them play
and know that with laughter and fun most pass the day.
Consider the things which are false and those which are true
and know how each one can and does affect all that we do.
In consideration of this what can we all do?
but try and live in a way which is just true.
Consider the march of the spirit of progress and the direction we’re all going
and know that every so often we must turn around and look back knowing.
Consider that which we all know and also that which we do not
and know it’s but knowledge and ignorance that make up the lot.
Consider the beginning and that of the very end
and know it’s terrible to get there without a friend.
In consideration of this what can one do?
but go through life with a friend who’s true.
Consider about each day and then also about each night
and know that without them there’s no darkness or light.
Consider the sunshine and also the shade
and know that with them each day is made.
Consider the evening and also the time we sleep
and know that because of them the night is deep.
In consideration of this what is there to do?
but live one day at a time and remember too.
Consider that which seems right and also what appears wrong
and know that they are both attributes of the weak and strong.
Consider the past and the future and of course the present
and know that all life relates to them and is not an accident.
Consider the labour with the crops and also the extent of the field
and know that with care and nature’s help a rich harvest will yield.
In consideration of this what is there one must do?
but only the best that one can so as to get through.
Consider what people give and also what they do take
and know that between them both much trouble make.
Consider all that which brings sorrow and all that brings joy
and know that both in life are really like an inevitable decoy.
Consider the things we believe in and those worthy to fight for
and know that there are some things in life people die or kill for.
In consideration of this whatever we all say and do
should be in harmony with life which considers us too.
Consider the reality of God and the mysteries of Divine grace and love
and know that without them from certain things we couldn’t rise above.
Consider the relationships of people as that of husband and wife
and know that around them we build society and organise our life.
Consider what people need apart from their desires and obsessions
and know that of things acquired many are unnecessary possessions.
In consideration of this it’s fairly obvious to say
that most of us have a lot and give so little away.
Consider our obligations to each other and individual human rights
and know that it’s neglect and selfishness which start all the fights.
Consider the alternative to any situation we may now find ourselves in
and know that through adversity and struggle we can succeed and win.
Consider the time it takes to go somewhere and then again to return
and know that it’s the distance between them we must cover to learn.
In consideration of this we’ll need all the help we can get
and be willing to act on advice which will cause no regret.
poem by George Krokos
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As the wind color our dream.....
waking is not the beginning of time, it’s the start of a
day; the end has just started another point, to a start, an
end to a new beginning of a wondeful and beautiful
moment of time
open up my eyes and waste no time to close, the day
has just started, and a glow of every memories never
return the passing moment of what was gone now, as it
has wondered each solitudes of time in the midst of
yesterday’s goodbye
such a dream, captured my past, dreaming to the
presence of my heart, pushing me to leave no cause to
surrender my day of what was yesterday’s gone,
happiness brought me to hold, to mirror of what was
the end, an end to scant and resolute the meaning of
you in my life
recollect my soul of the dream that i have to go, beneath
those vine of memories; cable my joy to reunite my joy
to the beginning of another moment to live in this
wonderful days of my existence, humble my dear heart to
rejuvenate the most exciting adventure of my moment
with you in my dream
passion as you takes the ruins of yesterday and brings
my beginning to stand with your wings of what the future
brings, the day of yesterday, is just a beginning of today
and the passing scene is what is to come for another day,
it’s today my dear
come take me to your rest and paint with your golden
brush the beginning of my life, always color as you’ll be
to sweeten the tomorrow's of today................
poem by Antonio Liao
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Life is a choice take it and live it
their is no greater joy than giving joy
the will that desire the best of everything is made
according to the decision given to share what is life
following the footsteps of whom we believed that
will brings as to self realization of oneself
the experience of happiness, is something that every
body wish to attain, it is an achievement period of our
life that the radiant of glows subdue in the harmony of
time, in a given moment,
worth in living is not always measure of what have you
done in your life, its not a matter of who you are or like
a circus where you have to display all what you a have
learn, after all, let not your heart endure the pain, just to
make other happy, for happiness is not for hire
just be of your self, be real as the flowers grow and bloom
its beautiful flower, visited by countless butterfly, allure by
the breezing coldness of the night, and bear wonderful
beauty witness by the star in the sky
like a teardropp of the humid dawn, frozen in the halos of
everlasting dew, make a wave that floats beneath the
wondering sea's that waits the heaven to touch its endless
goodbye
life is wonderful take it and live it...... its all yours.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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A genuine Heart enkindle a sacred tears
our eyes, value the essence of forgiveness, the glittering
tears flown like crystal jade lives in our hearts, is a birth
mark of the soul
leave not my heart where my soul begins the journey that
brings my spirit to a wonderful day of my life
a forgiveness shared with the sacredness of my tears comes
from the inner chamber of my heart, will always be in your
soul, that mold you to understand, the meaning of passion
though everything is changing to believe, but a reason to
accept that something is of everything to know that, all is just
a learning process, that every one has to experience this
painful episode
a miles away to reach my destination, but a steps to reach your
heart, the value of tears in my heart, live to begin the worth of
your life in my blameless soul, please take it for its only one,
only for you
my heart has made, the rainbow to remember, the rain that
flows in the turmoil of river, stream out to the ocean of mercy,
you have been there knowing my path to reach my ideal of
what is meant to live with you
what matter most is the tears that i offer, letting you to feel, that
every drops of sacred tears in my heart is a stairway to achieve
my forgiveness and the steps, i make is only.....only for..... you,
my darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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Wake me up, dear nurse......
a womb with in the womb of a mother's, a natural
habitat patiently waits the gift of life, the mystical
adventure of every man's soul in its journey into
the realm of certainty
in each bed you stay, waiting each minutes turn
into a day, and every moment you think welcome
the night and the haggle mind relieved only by the
calling of the nurse, in a single whispering harsh
voice, in the middle of the night
hello! please take this medicine and take your rest,
with humble dignified staunch you said to your
heart the nurse care for me, she is good, patiently
waking up until the dawn will turn to dark
breath and heart open to the soul it return and in
the dust it flew, never leave step that curse your
way, always call a helping hand that’s leads, in every
way, open in every breaking heart that hurt and show
forgiveness, to the one who say that I am the way, the
truth and the life
a call of nurse in a day, always lead every heart to
open in God wisdom as he lives in each life for a
healthy mind and body to stay, until time tell the
meaning of life......
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Summer's Ode
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A summer's fallen from the sky, it seems,
with heat a'waving in the sultry breeze.
Though June has fled 'pon wings of time, now gone,
its goodbye echoes through the swaying trees.
And July brings its days of warmth to hold,
with sun a'melting in a sapphire sky.
O'summer's middle-aged by now, alas,
breathing fire upon the days that pass us by.
A gentle turn of earth brings August near,
with fleeting day and ever-ending night.
And July passes through the summer's rain,
its thunder heard within a season's flight.
And so, a summer's aged with sweet remorse,
with days a'dwindling down 'til chill's return.
Yet, September still must sing its last refrain,
'ere summer days of memory swiftly burn.
A summer's fallen from the sky, it seems,
with heat a'wavering as its days grow old.
Though bittersweet the parting soon will be,
goodbye echoes with a promise ~ made of gold.
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poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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At The Last.
The sky grows white with the moon,
And the sea yearns up to the night
As the soul to an unknown height,
Drawn thence by a starry rune.
Only a lost wind strays,
Like the breath of Passion blown
In the vault of the night unknown;
And the heart in me sobs and says:
'After a while we, too,
Shall rest as the stars above,
When we have no more to do
With the dream of life and love.'
O Time! thy feet that run
Over the hills and waves,
Over the cradles and graves,
From the first to the final sun!
Some day thou too shalt cease —
Some way there'll come to thee
Death's white tranquility,
The boon of an awful peace —
When the latest grief shall flow
With the surge that drifts away,
And the Night shall no more go
In her endless chase of Day.
Then shall the worn heart rest,
Then shall the sad Sea yearn
No more for the Moon's return,
Like a bird on its frozen nest
Dead, with her young ones dead
Under her breast on the bough,
Where nothing can wake them now —
Not the Dawn with its golden tread:
Where Death has been good to all,
Good to the mother and young,
And the dreams are beyond recall,
And the songs have all been sung.
So, at the last, to sleep!
So, at the last, to be
Still as the dead still sea!
Never to wake and weep,
Never to know Love's pain,
Never to yearn on for
What is gone for evermore;
To be as we were again
Ere we came o'er the bourne of birth,
Ere we knew of the fading flowers,
Of love and of life on Earth
And the hearts that were not ours!
poem by Robert Crawford
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Emotional Discourse.....
pain hurt and buried me to the ground, the
scatter hope of my dream birth the beginning
of my tomb; the hyperbole of waiting to the
endless touch and passion of my longing
suck my finger into the dungeon of the
spirited darkness, iam waiting to face my time;
hold me not to damn my poison in the taste
of your hand, trembling like a emptied heart
touches my spirit of wish, i quest
temp lost my tie and brings me to the highest sky
receive no not my tears iam loosing my grip, put
my lonely heart in the clear heaven and show me
the deeming light that you past bye
come my dear heart and hope that, the pointless
journey regret no return and the light had showed
me the lasting memory of your stay
me, the shadow of today has just return in your
faceless stay of the moment i lay.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Christmas At Its Best
To know Christmas at its best, you must come to Christ and rest,
Far from that weary holiday time, into that Light, which is sublime,
For a real meaning to this season, one with a true spiritual reason,
Beyond the songs this world sings, to The Lord of Eternal Things.
Away from all that holiday rush, God brings upon the soul a hush,
Quieting both the heart and mind, to find that gift of another kind,
This really is that special gift, not gained by one’s shopping thrift,
The Gift provided by God’s Grace, one in which you gain by faith.
Men only need to rest and pause, ignoring trees and Santa Claus,
Looking for the deeper meaning, as they seek a spiritual gleaning,
From the unmatched Gift of love, presented by The Father above,
As He presented to men His Son, the Gift from God for everyone.
The Gift of God’s Son Jesus Christ, truly changes a receiver’s life,
Unlike any other gift on this earth, Christ gives to one a New Birth,
Born Again of The Spirit of God, while present on this earthly sod,
Born from above into God’s Family, not for a season but eternally.
Not only does God offer us rest, but, the Gift of Christ is the best,
His Gift, not available in a store, offers the receiver so much more,
Unlike all gifts from seasons past, the Lord’s Gift will eternally last,
For when in Christ you do believe, eternal life with Him you receive.
(Copyright ©12/2009)
Lover's Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is
beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day
and night; it is not of the earth.
But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and
space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust.
Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your
palpitating heart.
The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe
to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother-
dust.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Be My Beginning....a Mean To An End
in the deep chamber i know you
a penacle that my heart could'nt resist
such you that i dream of, like the ancient beauty
.....beneath my alluring breath, that move me to
.....reach what my soul rejoice, an endeless moment
.....to be with you.....dear
make me of what iam today, love me of who iam
.....in your midst, take of what it takes...but please...
.....believe that nothing is worth than me... you're
.....the one i adore.....dear
time is of just a passing moments, where everything
.....would only come to an end, the promise that i make
.....brings my dear that life is of looking back of which i can't
.....forget... for only in you, can make me whole again......
and..... you.....is a mean to end my beginning
poem by Antonio Liao
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