I Syndrome
“I” always remained alone
Liked isolation and preferred to be one
Shed tears over what was already gone
No, why, if and buts bothered one by one
When I tried to be plural
It never looked natural
I could not break from separate identity
One and only one hurdle considered to be bad quality
Many books or rather epics are written
About such existence in deities even
Who can be called supreme and ever reigning?
We all have fallen in such trap with bad beginning
So long “I “remain at the centre of controversy
One may remain obsessed with such ideology
Every comment or word about him may hurt ego
It will not allow him to feel free and forgo
History has witnessed number of empires ruined
So many ancient civilizations perished and downed
No traces are left on the face of earth to remember
Still we have confined or restricted to one magic number
Propagate “I” ideology with that of poorest of poor
Approach the weakest of the weak in the next door
Find out if you can be the person of some value
Help him in dire need if that is what is nearly due!
See the difference when “I” is transformed to one big tree
All the passers by sit under its shed and feel very free
Wind to blow with little intensity and afford nature’s luxury
Sound sleep in few moments as if not troubled by any worry
It is nice to feel strong as only one among crowd
You are taken as guiding power and spoken loud
What a tremendous change when “I” was sacrificed
Emerged on imagery stage where every word was promised
I feel odd now with single word association
It has no significance with any relation
No notice may be taken except as breathing entity
A flower boomed in desert with little grace from almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Free Bird
I feel free bird today
I thought it required no attention to pay
Yet it was something new to me
As I always remained with tension and worry
Had I struck a jackpot?
Was I declared best on the spot?
I had no reason to feel delighted
I tried to assess but reasons were not sighted
It is good and life time chance
That can come hardly at once
One must avail it with full grace
With broad and free smile on the face
Even otherwise you can feel and remain happy
This important aspect is missed by so many
You need not find reason to be overjoyed
Every moment is precious and must be enjoyed
I tried to shed away the illusion
I wanted to have no more confusion
How can I do away with natural gift?
I needed only fine gesture with complete shift
It is one of the good and fine art
One must behave well and feel very smart
The joy and happiness is within
It is you only who can decide loss or win
Nothing may matter even if you remain in isolation
It can, in no way, build the strong relation
You can display it on face with strong revelation
The illusion as such may not pose any question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Speak
Theyve given me a mission
I dont really know the game yet
Im bent on submission
Religion is to blame
Im the new messiah
Death angel with a gun
Dangerous in my silence
Deadly to my cause
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Ive given my life to become what I am
To preach the new beginning
To make you understand
To reach some point of order
Utopia in mind, youve got to learn
To sacrifice, to leave whats now behind
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Seven years of power
The corporation claw
The rich control the government, the media the law
To make some kind of difference
Then everyone must know
Eradicate the fascists, revolution will grow
The system we learn says were equal under law
But the streets are reality, the weak and poor will fall
Lets tip the power balance and tear down their crown
Educate the masses, well burn the white house down
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word [revolution]
The word is all of us
Speak the word [revolution]
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak!!!
song performed by by Queensryche
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Frozen to Death
I wanted not to be frozen to death
As it was life time wish to remain with
Fear was just gripping me from inside
Chances were there and differences very wide
I can afford no more isolation
As I have developed sound relation
It is fine tuning with you on sound footing
No more trouble ideas are shooting
I can have no peace with disturbed news
My relation with you can’t have any more reviews
It is firm and never getting strained
Little upset thought makes me completely drained
I would prefer death in your hand
This may prove to be real companion and friend
Life can be meaningless if there is no aim
I would love to be very near and earnestly claim
I have placed my existence at your door
I shall be nothing and look very poor
It is you who has made me priceless
I can move among people with bright face
Each day brings me message of love
I remain calm and peacefully drove
You are at heart and very much in centre
No other man can simply occupy the position or enter
Some unknown factors trouble
I loose the patience and fumble
I shiver with some cold in spine
There something more to make me feel fine
I would want that you stay always near
Make me comfortable without any fear
I shall be worry free in your presence
This I feel is true and real essence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Feel Free
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
I feel free
I feel free
Feel when I dance with you
We move like the sea
You - youre all I want to know
I feel free
I feel free
I feel free
I can walk down the street but theres no one there
Though the pavements one huge crowd
I can drive down the road but my eyes dont see
Thought my mind wants to cry out loud
Yea my mind wants to cry out loud
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
I feel free
I feel free
I feel free
As far as I can see
Ceiling is the sky
Youre the sun and as you shine on me
I feel free
I feel free
I feel free
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
I feel free
I feel free
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Ready To Die
i feel my time here is at end
as i feel the hand of time on my
sholder i have stared into deaths
eyes and my god i dont see me
for i dont believe i am part of this future
as each day i feel the effects as this
bone grow weak benief me
i dont believe this body gonna last
long as it has began to break down
inside out am slowly dying but remain
strong with a smile to confort my
peers can no other man walk this jorney
with me but me and as i being to feel
weak and exhausted guide me oh lord
let my smile forever remain
so when that guy in the black hooded coat
call my number tell him where to find me
for i am ready to come home
poem by Robert Roberts
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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A good choice
I I wished her to remain with me for long
I miscalculated and proved wrong
She was not the right choice
I am suffocated with choked voice
The leaves cling to branches
Though they are closer by inches
They have created the position and place
As of now they present strong face
All natural objects are ruled by law
We do not find any lacuna or flaw
They loose the identity with loss of ground
When tree finds hostile environment around
We have inherited treachery and deception
That is oour blood from the inception
It differs in the mattter of adoption
Though we have many ways and options
She was free bird and preferred freedom
The females go for it but seldom
If there is no trust and equall opportuity
There may not be any use for its oontinuity
The idea itself was ill conceived
She had different ideas and not well received
She may boost sometimes of her beauty
I may feel so bad and take it as pity
The dream remained for brief
The illusion too came fast with some relief
I wished her bright future and parted
I was happy with life and quietly started
There is definite message for lovely couples
They got to believe in life to be very simple
It does not take you anywhere in isolation
You got to maintain good and healthy relation
I can certainly forgo certain things
If I find no relevance in something
It has to endure for good times to come
The presence of partner is always welcome
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As a matter of fact
What makes you to feel perfect?
What prevents you to act?
What is matter of fact?
How you over come it with simple tact?
Over the years you have mastered the art
This can’t be easily purchased from the mart
It is inherent quality that makes you smart
You always believe in good start
Things may move on very smoothly
You are always planning it accordingly
You have perfection in every more
Even for slight doubt you take care and remove
You never hesitate and get panicky
You come in action and address it quickly
Everything you decide it with cool mind
Solution is in sight and you may always find
What instills you confidence to act with accuracy?
Is it your mild nature coupled with good diplomacy?
Is it mystery alone shrouded with secrecy?
It is your gentleness and resolves to tackle it with delicacy
You always feel proud
It is not necessary to speak loud
Your sincere words and action may speak
Your approach maybe considered bold and not weak
What makes you to feel better?
Is that you are considered as trend setter?
You have the capacity to make wheel turn around
The path can be cleared and way to be easily found
You create public awareness in mind
The look towards you with honor and doesn’t find
Any dubious way of dealing and you are always kind
Such nice things can be observed by even a blind
Your popularity is on rise and you are in demand
You may take deep breath without chest to expand
this gives you some sense of satisfaction
It welcomes step and sign of good indication
I have always remained as public figure
I didn’t care for self or any future
I have always distanced from evil
I have tried to excel and earned good will
I have treated poor and rich alike
It might have created some discomfort or dislike
I did not bother about such feeling
I was ever ready to cooperate and willing
You must move cautiously and remain attached
Journey may prove hard but never get detached
Never utter word of uncertainty and create confusion
Try to avoid controversy and work for diffusion
Such type of a wonderful soul can always feel proud
the steps taken by him may always sound
Fame and name both will come round and gather
It is unique joy to remain and stay together
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not dead
For almost a week I have remained unread
Physically fit, mentally stable and not exactly dead
Yet cut off from whole of the word and readers
As power cables here are cut by the road repairers
No doubt, they are seized with the time schedule
They care for nothing as they have to spread the surface over miles
Repair, dig, resurface and keep up with the growing need
The social needs are to be give top priority with the greed
No one may interfere with each others work and continue
Whatever may be the damage on the way, it shall have no review
Many may be thriving on such practice as the work goes on
Public may suffer for few days but may enjoy when they are finally gone
I am unable to communicate with friends
As if the life has been brought to standstill or to an end
Neither I can approach nor can they make contact
I have to remain contended with routine acts
Yes, the isolation from hectic life can be termed as dead activity
You are left with nothing except to sing a song or pray almighty
But this too can be liked by an individual for early morning hours
Rest of the day may be spent aimlessly or lying on the floors
I realized the importance of idle life with that of an individual
Person can feel relieved for few days but can not treat it as casual
It creates vacuum and laziness that further builds devil's workshop
Only destructive or negative ideas crop up in mind and stay at the top
It is killing me from inside with no social contact
I have remained all these years as social animal in fact
I can't remain idle without writing even for a day
Now it is almost a week that I have been forced to remain away
"I shall pray freely now almighty without any worry or trouble"
"The death of wife had brought an end to his entire struggle"
One of the legendary poet lamented over loss of wife in such a worry free style
I am no greater person but an ordinary man to pull on for a while
I have realized how painful it is to remain cut off
Not all may be attached as much as I am and subjected to laugh
Yet I feel the growing need for person to remain within circle
We are social animal and need constantly to fight on with the struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Old age is fine beauty
Old age is not new phenomenal
Every individual may have to depart after arrival
What even if old man is not cared?
At least old man has taken care of children and dared
There is no need to weep
Remain fit always and composure to keep
If sea wind is differently blowing
Who cares for and eager of knowing
It is unfortunate to target old man
He has lived his life as responsible noble
What did he not do for whole of family?
Now even children live in comfort and happily
Many old age homes are coming
Great plight for all ages looming
What can we do for their honorable end?
Feel in life as very close and intimate friend
Someone told me about nice end show
Foreign currency deposited for when I go
Bid final bye and say thank you mother earth
My only request not to spoil natural death
Do nothing so as to denigrate human being
No parents may ask for lovely child and sing
If bird was to be left alone on road
What on earth can be considered as load?
With weak wings you are downed
With all abuses and finally stoned
Shunted from door to door
You had never been such a poor
Think of that kind of poverty
That may wait for them from almighty
Feel not any kind of remorse or pity
Old age is not at all curse but fine departing beauty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Well (Dug Hole)
It is age old tradition to dig well on highway
Travelers not to face difficulties on mid way
Living being may find it real and fine gesture
Tree branches near by may reflect true nature
Rulers, donors or wealthy generally constructed
To be used by all and normally so instructed
It was noble work and spoke of very good act
People may remember as it was common fact
In well, deep calm blue water appeared on surface
If you bend to see, may reveal your true face
Though you may be in hurry but find peace
You may rest there with calm and ease
Well may serve well so long it remains as well
How to preserve it may be like story to tell
So little in common but much to reveal
Good deeds and noble act and nothing to conceal
Go near to well and you won’t regret
No complaint even if you take water out in bucket
Passers by may stay for while and have rest
Thirst may be quenched on the way as crucial test
Great people remained aloof but acted like well
Never confined knowledge within or tried to sell
They might have preferred to store but ignored
Could sleep well over the books and snored
Knowledge is like deep well meant for common use
May stink if remained for long time without use
A well is called “well” if used very well
Whose beginning is well the end may also be well
Now wells are no more in use and remain as monuments
Served the purpose well at the time of crucial moments
Passers by and travelers noted its importance
Is it not the sheer neglect that we plead our ignorance?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Read Concerns
I could read concern and worry lines
They need to be addressed and can’t be put on side lines
Any one may feel bad if not taken seriously
As you had given everything happily
What worried me most was your silence
You had not uttered a word in defiance
You agreed for everything and departed
Made no move of regret when parted
You knew it was your strong feeling
You were not weak but a strong and willing
Nothing could make you feel worst
As it was known to you from the distrust
Under such phenomena it is very difficult
To come out from the deep shock and insult
It might have ruined your inner core
I restrain myself to come forward and assure
I can feel it badly and try to assuage your feeling
It may be almost disastrous and killing
As mental shock is worst than physical injury
Person may burn silently inside with fury
Some of the hidden shocks bring sudden collapse
That may be stage when you may remain tense
You are well aware that it has no sense
Yet that takes place much to your common sense
I can heal no such wounds
As it must have its own round
Where such worry end automatically with composure
Person himself comes out of it and makes new future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poem Life
what is...
a poem...?
some word
speaking...
some word
crying...
some word
trying...
some word
hitting...
some word
danching...
some word
loving...
some word
colling...
some word
lifing...
some word
loughing...
all the words
are poem...
feel free
your heart free..
love free
to write+ speak...
with freee...
making a poem
life your style...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Pledge
Do you ever think nature has its own music?
Love spell along with thrilling magic
Enough tolerance with donor’s quality
Everything has its own function and utility
Does nature demand more or ask anything?
Always useful and to offer something
We fail to give even two words of solace
Tree’s shed has significance but not that of palace
Throw the stone and get the fruit
Cut them from roots whenever it suits
Do we ever cut our legs and roam?
Nothing is left now to monouver in room
Nature has remained cool and calm
We have grown in stature like tree palm
We can offer only hate and pain
Nature’s sacrifice may go in vain
We are emitting poison all over
Breaking the barrier and loosing cover
Destruction all over for little gain
No major move and concern remain
We may not remain to show our face
Loss of lives or even extinction of race
Loosing the grip and inviting holocaust
Nothing will be left even if doubts cast
We may survive but not the generation
They may not find answer to question
Death, disease and deformity may rule
Why are we then making our selves fool?
Do we not want glorious past to remain?
Preference of today should be worry main
We can’t avoid enforceable future
Can’t we take pledge to protect the nature?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Every Word I Say
You feel like liberation
You give me new sensation
You show me what I need and
You are my life completed
Can't stop, cant break, who's driving?
Sometimes there's no denying
Till today I feel I can't lose
I'm letting go of what I knew
I want you for always
I hear your name in every word I say
I'm a fool and I don't care
I hear your name in every word I say
Every word I say
Every word I say
Before you I was only
What I let control me
You are a revolution
Against my own conclusions
So today I feel I can't lose
But I'm letting go of what I knew
Said, I want you for always
I hear your name in every word I say
I'm a fool and I don't care
I hear your name in every word I say
Oh no no no no no no no
Oh no no no no no no no
Oh no no no no no no no
Oh no no no no no
And now I say goodbye to the way I used to be
There is no room for question
'Cause your name, it sets me free
Yesterday's troubles harm me
T-Today's are creeping in
So let go of the world around me
'Cause your love is all I need
I want you for always
I hear your name in every word I say
I'm a fool and that's okay
I hear your name in every word I say
I want you for always
I hear your name in every word I say
I'm a fool and I don't care
I hear your name in every word I say
Every word I say
Every word I say
In every word I say
Oh no no no no no no no
Oh no no no no no
Oh no no no no no no no no no no
Yeah!
I hear your name in every word I say
I hear your name in every word I say
I hear your name in every word I say
I hear your name well all I hear is your name
All I hear is your name
All I hear is your name
And no one can take it away
song performed by by Hanson
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Kind Or hollow words
Why words are considered hollow?
Why taken differently if spoken slow?
Why taken as offensive if spoken little louder?
Well all in same manner if equally not offered
How come they form a rhythm when arranged?
How come they offer solace when offered to aged
Same usage but with different attitude and spirit
May have nice effect if mixed with nice bits
It lands person into rage
The moments something is spoken in haste
It crates anger and loud explosion
Putting an end to cordial relation
Words same but effects many
Tongue is considered to be thorny
It has no bone but slips to may direction
Then question arises about its wrong application
Same words can be taken into holy verses
And at the same time effective outrage with abuses
Person can loose temper and attack with wild emotions
The relation deteriorate with very fast motion
They are sharper than swords
One is called weapon and another as words
Both have same bearing so far result is concerned
Person is at lose when gripped and cornered
How a person can be threatened?
And with sweet words welcomed
Oh, god what a tremendous use of tongue
Let the use of words remain vague
It can hurt, kill, antagonize and make you laugh
As if one side joy and other side agony in half
Same way application with reasonable way can yield result
All may remain happy without fearing insult
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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May bleed with pain
My heart may bleed with pain
To find out the worth of being human with gain
It’s utility on earth and leading of as an entity
To be remembered or hated as personal quality
The ensuing festival has touched heart with grief
Millions of people are attached with strong belief
Has that really brought the kindness with brotherhood?
Do we ever wipe out the tears from the people of neighborhood?
If answer is yes, then we have achieved what father really wanted
His sacrifice is not in vain as the so many years were spent on being haunted
What did they get in turn for perpetuating inhuman treatment?
Did our father O, Lord utter a word or preferred to lament?
I weep when see the tearful eyes with a message
You waged a relentless love war throughout the age
You suffered so much for us to be called a non believer
You only wanted to be sufferer and our pain reliever
“They will what they are doing and for whom”?
“What do they know and what ideas they groom?
This was your message even when descended with gloom
Today even we do not know exactly by sitting in the room
How could you bear such cruelty on your body?
Was there no pity in their heart or thought by anybody?
Did they know what they were doing and for what cause?
Could they not stop it for while or observe a pause?
There was no one to take you to safety
You were subjected to torture and cruelty
Oh, how long you endured pain and lay flat
Still you loved till last and did not spate
All those events make me very sad
I still see those watery eyes and feel what you had
It might have been very crucial days
When you were forbidden preaching ways
I feel hurt when sharp thorn strikes
I look helplessly with pain at skies
I plead for help with anguish
How could you bear all poking till they finished?
You stood for universal brotherhood and mankind
I feel very much hurt when some one is very unkind
I remember each word vividly and memorize
Each soul on earth is committed to oblige
We could never have been one as we are today
We may be celebrating it with fun fare on auspicious day
If single word I could adopt and prove
It will be worth to be called a good move
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dry leaf
We are social animal alright
Meant to fool all and fight
Create controversy and question creator
Forget our own existence and try to fool the mentors
As you feel the hungry, you take the food
As you grow in age, you feel nice and good
Human mind may never allow being at rest
Live happily as much as you can and think of best
What has happened to all of us?
Raising the finger of doubt with mistrust?
Are we in position to create human body?
Is it not the work of only almighty?
Let us not fool ourselves and claim ignorance
You are on this beautiful earth merely by chance
Think for a second and leave the doubt
There is nothing much to talk about
We shall remain at his mercy all the times
We may feel powerful at some give point of time
Nevertheless we are pawn in his game
You will never be able to find where from you came
I feel shame about arguments and laugh it out
We have no ability to hold strong with roots
We can be no more within friction of second
As everybody is destined to end
Peace thought and love only come from humble person
If he is wicked then he will escape it with many reasons
If he is arrogant with power then he may boost his image
Only to come down on earth like blank page
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A total isolation
I feel lonely and think of total isolation
Something has struck to me as surprise revelation
I was shocked over last few days’ development
There was uneasy calm and slow movement
It was out come of some body’s desertion
It was denial of firm commitment or assertion
It was bothering me with concern and too much
I was unable to move freely as such
This loneliness in life is very dangerous stage
You may unable to maneuver or mange
Someone may loose heart from the beginning
Rest may remain calm and always grinning
You feel vacuum and no charm
It may cause great harm
The relation may not remain warm
You may prefer to go out of home and remain at farm
You may cry in wilderness but no one may hear
Pin and agony you alone may bear
There will be nobody to call you as dear
You may be weeping with lots of tears
You may love to be in secluded place
You will try to rub the memory and leave no trace
It is now known to everybody that you have fallen out of grace
You will be looked upon as defeated person who has lost the case
You are crest fallen person on ground
No sympathy is offered to you or found
You may make unsuccessful attempt or round
It is futile attempt and doesn’t look sound
It may take all your Peace and sleep
You may not be freely able to weep
You will be afraid of loosing the face
It has proved you very costly race
It may cause you irreparable damage
It is not less than murder or carnage
It is unbearable on your part to manage
It may send you back by many years in age
Survive the onslaught and come out with roar
You must be able to stand on the floor
There is no use staying in indoor
You have everything good in your store
You may suffer many set backs
You may be fired and sacked
There will still be more shocks
You still have to walk and keep always awake
Isolation is not be the only answer
You can count them on fingers as fewer
What is best solution or remedy?
It should not, result in tragedy or comedy
Come out clean and face the trauma
It may not end in good drama
You are the man to stand fast
It is the end chance last
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Revelation Definition
'Love' Not one word in the dictionary can be so hollow.
The word itself is fake and we know it
although we try and not show it.
We use this word to express a feeling of compassion
an undying feeling that can last a life time.
But do you really feel that way?
Can you feel that 'love' you say you have?
No! We all know we don't
The word love is a lie.
Say it to your parents do you feel anything?
Say it once to your lover and you feel something.
But keep on saying it
and it loses its value.
That Gold heart known as 'love' will soon be pure silicon
after its first uses.
So why say it, why speak it, why need it, why not lose it...
To express it, to express 'love' is something more than the word.
It is indescribable thing that we feel.
'Love' is a cast off teddy bear.
Let us lose the word but keep the definition
for the expression is the true Diamond heart that
we must keep and should remember.
Remember this, write it down and not say 'love' again.
Written: April 11,2009
poem by Ryan Collins
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