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Fallen Angel

she stands on the corner,
shaking with the cold;
reeking of sex, whiskey,
and cheap perfume...

just a kid, really;
somebody's daughter...
lost in a maze of crack,
and violent retribution...

bruises on her face,
her arms, and her heart...
no way to go back,
nothing to go back to...

around the world, or
just a little head...either way,
she gotta pay the man,
gotta feed her need...

and somewhere there's
an empty room, in an empty
house, on a forgotten street...
a child dead, but not buried!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Gotta Get Used To You

(jean-alain roussel)
Who dyou think youre kidding?
You walk out on my life
Now, youre back again
And you think that nothings changed
Denying superstitions, defying traditions
It seems like weve been through this before
Now, its gonna be like starting all over again
Oh, baby, dont you know?
Its gonna be like starting all over again
I gotta get used to you
I gotta get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I got to get used to you, again
You know I love to feel you
Reach the depth of my heart
Deep inside of me
The way it used to do
Ive had so many lovers
No-one could ever tame me
They all seem to rub me the wrong way
They always get my back up
No-one seems to do the things that you do for me
And now that youre back in my life again
I gotta get used to you
I gotta get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I got to get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I gotta get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I got to get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I gotta get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I got to get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I gotta get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I got to get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I gotta get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I got to get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I gotta get used to you, again
I gotta get used to you
I got to get used to you, again

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Fading Into Black

her daddy drank cheap whiskey
her momma never said much
she lost her virginity
in the bed of a pickup truck
ran away at seventeen
vowed never to come back
now two abortions later
she's fading into black...
fading into black...

lost child of a forgotten God
a number without a name
with nothing left to lose
and nothing left to gain
racing down a dead end street
half crazy and nearly sane
too tired to stop the running
too numb to feel the pain

her daughters a crack whore
her son was killed in Iraq
her husband lost his job
after his second heart attack
now she's fifty and waiting tables
living in an old mill shack
food stamps and day old bread
she's fading into black...
fading into black.

lost child of a forgotten God
a number without a name
with nothing left to lose
and nothing left to gain
racing down a dead end street
half crazy and nearly sane
too tired to stop the running
too numb to feel the pain

poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Gotta Move

You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
Oh... when my God gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich... yeah
You may be poor
But when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
Huh Huh... ooww...
Yes...
You may be old
You may be young
You may be weak
Maybe high-strung
But when the good Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You see dat woman
Who walks the street
You see dat cowboy
Who walks his beat
But when the Lord gets ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to... ooww
Yeah I was hangin\' with the Devil when we made a pact
I\'m drinkin\' welfare whiskey smokin\' food stamp crack
It was one part sour... two parts sweet
Three parts strong... and four parts weak
I would rather sit on a pumpkin
And have it all to myself
Then to be crowded on a velvet cushion
You may be bad
You can not see
You may be deaf
It\'s all meant to be
Now when the Lord get ready
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You gotta move
You got to know
When the good get ready
You gotta move
Huh huh... you gotta
You gotta move...
You gotta move
You gotta move...

song performed by by Aerosmith
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Lost In Hollywood

Gotta get a message through
Cause I think I'm losing you
Am I too late?
Drinking habit's a loose sometime
I gotta know if you're still mine
And I can't wait
Last time I saw your face
You tried to hide the tears
But I could see the trace
I'd be there if I could
But it's so far away from home
Lost in Hollywood
In the dark the vultures wait
I can hear them
Knocking at my gate
But I'm not here
The brew was cold
The meat is stale
In the L.A. night the sirens wail
The song you can feel
Pale stars that never shine
Scotch and the whiskey
And the Rainbow local wine
She's done more bad than good
I gotta get away somehow
Lost in Hollywood
On the streets the sun is fine
Don't you feel the advantage hit your mind
Feels all right, oh yeah
But I'm a lover
Like a loaded gun
Chasing shadows on the run
Out in the night
I'm gonna lose control
If I been losing you
To pay for rock'n'roll
Get back I know I should
Gotta get back home to you
You don't know what I been through
But there's nothing I can do, oh no
Lost in Hollywood

song performed by by Rainbow
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We've Gotta Find a Way Back to Love

We've gotta find a way
We've gotta find a way
We've gotta find a way
We've gotta find a way
(2x)

CHORUS:
We've gotta find a way back to love
We've gotta find a way how to live
We've gotta find a way back to love
We've gotta find a way how to live

There was a time when love watched over us
We've lost the fate somehow and misused the trust
We're bound to lose more than we've bargained for
We need each other now more than before

You gotta stop right now and think about what we're doin'
You gotta stop right now and think about what you're losin'

CHORUS

Why not be honest and face the truth?
We've gotta save what's left of our youth
Each other's feelings

song performed by by Freda Payne from Reaching Out
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Do What You've Gotta (8 Years Ago)

Do what you've gotta
Cause you've just gotta do what you've gotta do in life.
Cause I'll do what I've gotta do
I don't give a damn what you've gotta do
but I will say I'm so... you know... sick of you!
I used to say I loved your eyes,
your smile and your laugh, but I lied!
now we can take seperate paths
cause we're more than through
your not even my mate
so leave my life so I can, ... concentrate!
on what I've gotta do, where I've gotta go
if some guy sleeps with you, your not mine, no!
cause our love sparkled for a long time
but we lost the sparkle we lost the shine
but looking back I wouldn't turn back the time
cause we were like the sky without the blue
I'll forget you, try something new, just continue
cause we're given the choice do what we whatta
we will leave each other, do what we gotta.

I'm just forgetting everything else in life
and just doing what I've gotta do.
Just doing what I've gotta do.

This was one of the first ever things I wrote
it just made me laugh but forget the forced rimes
and forget some of the silly slang
I said gotta and whatta on the last lines!
But it doesn't matter cause they are long gone times
but one thing has come from it which is not bad
cause sometimes you've 'gotta' go back
you've 'gotta' go back to find the fire you once had.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Look Sharp

Big shot, tell you what
Tell me what goes on around here
Go on and get me in the corner
Smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer
Tell me that this world is no place for the weak
Then you can look me in the eye
And tell me if you see a trace of fear
You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
Okay, what you say
Tell me what theyre wearing this year
Go on and laugh at me cause you dont see
That I got something going right here
Say Im just a dreamer
Say Im just a kid
Well ace, shut your face
Maybe you will see or hear
You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder
Big shot, thanks a lot
Gotta go its getting late
I got a date with my tailor now
Thanks for putting me so straight
Tell me how they run the crime down every street
But check your watch and wallet now
Before I go and youre too late
You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Back On The Street Again

I don't care if I got no money, I don't care if I got a dime.
All I want to do is to dance with you honey, please tell me that you have the time.
Cause I gotta get back on my feet again, gotta get back on the street again.
La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la.
I don't care if I got no fame, all I want to do is to hold your hand.
Don't care if nobody knows my name cause I just want to try the best I can, yes I do.
Gotta get back on my feet again, gotta get back on the street again.
La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la. La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la.
Well, I don't know just what the world is coming to.
And I don't know just what is going on, and momma do you?
Well, all I really know is I gotta get back on my feet again. Help me up now.
I don't care if I got no money, I don't care if I got a dime.
All I want to do is to dance with you honey, please tell me that you have the time.
Cause I gotta get back on my feet again, gotta get back on the street again.
La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la. La, la, la, la la la la la la la la la. Stand it up for me now.

song performed by by James Taylor
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The Hollow Nature Of Being

WALL I:

inside an empty room lies an empty box
and in that box is a four walled inside room within-
on each of the four walls is a mirror reflecting
the deep desertion of the next
and distant within each wall is another
echoing & spiraling back into infinite repetition
with nothing or no one except the physical entities
bearing back upon each other.

WALL II:

an empty room in an empty house
the house itself has no physical attributes because it
was built in a barren field-
there are no animals, no trees,
no beings of any kind
roaming around the house whose image cannot be
imagined,
at best, know that this house in fact
“housed” the room in question,
as any house might any room.

WALL III:

such a barren field stretches to all four corners
carrying itself out beyond the periphery
curling back in on the other side,
and walking in any direction will bring one back to the
beginning-
the barren field that reveals the empty house that
encapsulates the empty room is the most integral point of
reference within the endless flat plain of grass.

WALL IV:

endless flat plains of grass flowing out in all directions covering
the circumference of the area around the empty house residing in
the middle of the plain wherein
the inside of the empty house holds the
empty room & in the
room,
the four mirrored walls reveal only the replication of the
others,
spiraling into infinite repetition-
there is no feeling
no sound
no communication of any kind
woven with the thread of human fiber.

poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Empty Room

Empty room, empty room
How am I gonna fill U?
How am I gonna fill this empty room?
Lonely hearts, worlds apart
Why must they be broken?
How am I gonna ever fill this empty room?
And what is wrong when love is strong?
Why can't it last 4ever?
How could U go and leave me all alone?
Tears fall on barren walls
But what's the use in cryin'?
I gotta find a way 2 fill this empty room

song performed by by Prince
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Gotta Boogie

Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I cant shake it off
Well, I went out to a party just the other night
I was jammin to the music, I was feelin alright
I was burning up the floor like a disco maniac
When my woman said, baby, whys your hand behind you back?
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
I said boogie (gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I cant shake it off
I cant pick it off (uh uh)
I cant flick it off (uh uh)
I sure aint gonna lick it off (oh no)
So I guess Im gonna have to learn to live with it
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, hes gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, hes gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, hes gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I cant shake it off
(boogie)
Gotta boogie
(boogie)
Hey, you wanna boogie? (no man, I dont wanna boogie)
Wanna boogie? (get that boogie out of my face)
Do any of you wanna boogie? (no!)
Gotta boogie on my finger
Gotta boogie on my finger
Gotta boogie on my finger and I cant shake it off

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Swollen (Chapter Two)

she drove across town,
past the empty warehouses,
to a quiet neighborhood down
on the poor side.
she helped him into the house,
past the foreclosure notice
on the door. there were no
lights, and it was cold.
in the little room at the back
of the house she lit a candle.
she helped him to a chair.
he heard a rustling in the corner.
she walked over and picked the baby
up and held him close.
he could see the blood crusting
on her lips in the half light,
the bruises under her eyes.
'mister, i have to feed the baby,
i dont have anything to offer you...'

they made small talk as she fed the
baby. she'd lost her job, and they'd
been evicted from her apartment. she
had no family, and nowhere to go for help.
the baby's daddy was in prison.
she was an ex-addict. had been straight
since before she was pregnant. lately,
she'd turned a couple tricks for food money.
she hoped no one knew they were staying here.
but it was just a matter of time...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Back On The Street

I dont care if I got no money
I dont care if I got a dime
All I want to do is to dance with you honey
Please tell me you have the time
cause I gotta get back on my feet again
Gotta get back on the street again.
La, la, la
Well I dont care if I got no fame
All I want to do is to hold your hand
Dont care if nobody knows my name
cause I just want to try the best I can (yes I do)
I gotta get back on my feet again
Gotta get back on the street again.
La, la, la
Well, I dont know just what the world is coming to
And I dont know just what is going on among you
Well all I really know is I gotta get back on my feet again
Help me up now.
I dont care if I got no money
I dont care if I got dime
All I want to do is to dance with you baby
Please tell me that you got the time.
cause Ive gotta get back on my feet again
Gotta get back on the street again.
La, la, la
Stand it up for me now momma.

song performed by by James Taylor
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Back In Your Arms Again

(from the video blood brothers)
You said once I was your treasure, and I saw your face in every store
The promises we make at night, oh thats all they are
Unless we fill them with faith and love theyre emty as a howlin wind.
Now darlin I just wanna be
Back in your arms, back in your arms again..
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
You came to me with love and kindness, but all my life Ive been a prisoner
Of my own blindness
I met you with indifference, and I dont know why.
Now I wake from my dream, I wake from my dream to this world.
Where all the shadow and darkness and a dark sky unfurls.
And all the love Ive thrown away and lost, honey Im longing for again.
Now theres nothing that I wouldnt do if I could be
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
Back in your arms
(alternative firstverse)
In my dream my love was lost, I lived by luck and faith.
I carried you inside of me, and praied it wouldnt be to late.
Now Im standin on this empty road, where nothin moves but the wind...

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Urn....

He finally pulled in the drive.
Another endless night at work.
Exhausted, he turned off the car,
and stumbled for the back door.
The neighborhood cat rubbed
against his legs as he fumbled
for the key.
As he opened the door, he noticed
that the light over the sink was on.
Shaking his head, he shrugged, and set
down his lunchbox.
He reached in the cupboard for the
bottle and a glass. He poured a small
shot, and hesitated for a moment.
He could hear the night just outside
the window. Something inside of
him let down. He kicked back the shot,
and headed for the bathroom.
A quick shower, and he found his way
to the bedroom. Lying naked on the
bed, he lit a smoke, trying not to think.
He could hear the ticking of the clock in
the hallway. He put out the cigarette, and
dozed.

He awakened to the scent of her perfume.
He heard her voice, whispering, 'be still'.
He felt the presence of her body in the bed.
Her long hair draped across his face. He
felt her on top of him, her heat and her desire.
He raised his face to kiss her....
And then she was gone! Startled, he groped
at the bed, clutching air. He sat up and flipped
on the lamp.
The room was empty. A few crumpled dirty
clothes in the floor. The book he'd been reading
on the nightstand. But no sign of her!
His hands shaking, he lit a smoke, and blinked.
He looked around the room again.
Every nook, every cranny, every crack in the paint.
Finally, his eyes fixed on her dresser.
A picture of her on their wedding day. A half empty
bottle of her favorite perfume. And the urn.... the
urn, with her wedding ring lying on the base.
He flipped off the lamp, and wept.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Gotta Get Her (Outta My Head)

Gotta get her out of my head
I gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do
Just won't let me get over you

Gotta get her out of my head
Gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do
Won't let me get over you

I think back on all the love we shared
Ain't it sad to see it all disappeared
When I don't even know where we went wrong
But my heart beats strong
And I know that you been away too long

But you know that I'm not the type of guy
To just sit around and let time pass me by
Got to get on out for a while
And just do my thing
But every time I get up
It seems I end up right back in love

Gotta get her out of my head
I gotta get her out of my heart
But I don't know where to start
Every little thing you do
Just won't let me get over you

I pretend that I'm not breaking down
I tried to hide the hurt whenever you come around
But it's plain to see that I need your love
So baby if you stayed another day
It wouldn't be too long

Everywhere I go at the end of every show
I press rewind to me and you
And the things we used to do

song performed by by Donell Jones from Life Goes On
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I Gotta Move

I gotta move
I had a taste
I gotta move
I gotta me me off the face
Like peter radiator
I heard that he got bashed
Yeah, he got sainted
You know it wasnt for the cash
I gotta move
I had a taste
I gotta move
I gotta get me off the face
He told me
In heaven
That every
Everything is fine
Yeah, that would make a good movie
Yeah, that would make a good record
I gotta move
I gotta break
I gotta move
I gotta get me cross the lake
And then he stopped to say
Before he went down
This is the worst place in the sun
I gotta move
I had a taste
I gotta move
I gotta get me off the face
There was a jack who coiffed it
He came from my home town
He was a prophet
Some kids they put him in the ground
Got coffee
Got donuts
Got wasted
Erased head
And what do they say?
Hes not afraid of the present tense
And talking back is a bad defense
I gotta move
I gotta break
I gotta move
I gotta get me cross the lake
I gotta move (4x)
And then he stopped to say
Before he went down
This is the worst place in the sun
I gotta move (5x)

song performed by by Frank Black
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John Sinclair

It aint fair, john sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Wont you care for john sinclair?
In the stir for breathing air
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
If hed been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in vietnam
If he was the cia
Selling dope and making hay
Hed be free, theyd let him be
Breathing air, like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
They gave him ten for two
They got ali otis too.
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Was he jailed for what he done?
Or representing everyone
Free john now, if we can
From the clutches of the man
Let him be, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids
They gave him ten for two
What else can the bastards do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

song performed by by Lennon John
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Children In Bloom

Children in bloom cooking in the sun
Waiting for a room of our own
Leave my sister alone
She don't deserve this
She is a flower and I am a flower and
We are all alone

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It's melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slumber and get myself home

All these wasted dreams
Just waiting for the sun to open up my heart to anyone
Bring me some rain
Because I'm dying and I can't get this damn thing closed again

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It's melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slumber and get myself home

Where's the funhouse this year?
The fairground's deserted and the skies don't seem as near
But Nicole's my oldest friend
But the altar is empty and she'll never be a little girl again

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It's melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slumber and get myself home

I can't find my way home

song performed by by Counting Crows from Recovering The Satellites
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Over Me

What are we gonna do tron?
Were gonna make em dance!
Now I gave you a chance
But you couldnt do right
When I asked you for the truth
All you do is lie
And Im like
Why the hell do I stay around?
When I know how you get down
Check it out
Its 2 in the morning (uh huh)
You just came in
And when I ask you where youve been
You say out with your friends
I wanna believe you
But I cant stay with you (yeah)
For one more day hey hey
When you had me
You didnt want me
Now Im out the door
Im happy
Im so glad that were not together
Cuz youre so sick
And Im much better
Gave my world
I cant understand it
Now Im gone and you cant handle it
Ive been givin you the cold shoulder
Why cant you accept its over
I do what I want to
When I want to
You gotta get over me
But why do you still want me
When I dont want you
You gotta get over me
All in my face
Up in business
You gotta get over me
Im free to do my own thing
So no more visits
You gotta get over me
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh oh oh)
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh oh oh)
I was the best that you had
And you let me slip
And now you want me back
But the shoe dont fit
And dont you
Worry about who Im with
And just stay out my shhh...
Matter fact wheres the keys to your crib
Cuz youre checkin out
Take the clothes for your son
And get out my house
Im so fed up
And Ive had enough of the
Games you play
So Im givin up
When you had me
You didnt want me
Now Im out the door
Im happy
Im so glad that were not together
Cuz youre so sick
And Im much better
Gave my world
I cant understand it
Now Im gone and you cant handle it
Ive been givin you the cold shoulder
Why cant you accept its over
I do what I want to
When I want to
You gotta get over me
But why do you still want me
When I dont want you
You gotta get over me
All in my face
Up in business
You gotta get over me
Im free to do my own thing
So no more visits
You gotta get over me
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh oh oh)
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh oh oh)
I done sold 30 mill (uh huh)
Dated the men you wanted
When it got too convenient
I just gave it up
I dont need the stress (uh uh)
I dont need the pain (uh uh)
I do need the checks (uh huh)
But dont need the games (uh uh)
You lie how could you and i
Be the same
When the house burnt down
I took the blame (ha ha)
When the money got funny
I took it to court
When most of yall chicks
Wouldnt have even fought it
I do what I want to
When I want to
You gotta get over me
But why do you still want me
When I dont want you
You gotta get over me
All in my face
Up in business
You gotta get over me
Im free to do my own thing
So no more visits
You gotta get over me
I do what I want to
When I want to
You gotta get over me
But why do you still want me
When I dont want you
You gotta get over me
All in my face
Up in business
You gotta get over me
Im free to do my own thing
So no more visits
You gotta get over me
Yeah get over me
Uh huh get over
Yeah yeah get over me
Uh huh get over me
Yeah get over me
Uh huh get over me
Yeah yeah get over me
Uh huh get over me

song performed by by TLC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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