Shared Intuitions
Mistake, or insight worth a second look
As printed with key code of cause, expect?
Rainbow skeins need braiding to effect
Interactions on an open book.
Excitement keeps hearts in the air, on hook.
Can intellects combine, twine, intersect,
Hearts’ energies spontaneous direct,
Rise to challenge, shed gobbledygook,
Ignore conventions set that overlook
Shared intuitions which interconnect
To filter chaff from grain, detect defect
Ignoble which life's books too often cook?
Now rule lure, unlured by rules harsh lined,
Expressing feelings with an open mind...
19 September 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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On the Hook
ON THE HOOK
Moonshine madness or an open book
imprinted with key code of cause, expect?
Rainbow skeins need braiding to effect
interactions worth a second look.
Anticipation keeps heart on the hook
as second-sight skeins time-twine, intersect.
Energies spontaneous direct
focus fresh to filter gobbledygook,
shed set conventions staid that overlook
essentials, causing conflicts few correct.
Filter chaff from grain, detect defect
mendacious which life's books too often cook.
Rule lure, unlured by rule's harsh line to find
music’s fountainhead with open mind...
Man's numbered days
reel out as plays
time's dance on burning deck.
Pollutions preys
as man displays
contempt for earth, his neck
feels noose which frays
trace for always
wrung D.N.A.'s strung trek.
Through cristal gaze
pierce time-trap haze
ahead remains man's wreck,
greed's interplays
ambition's phase,
pride soon falls as high-tech
meets grave delays
as ice melts weighs
on ocean currents' beck.
While fiddler plays
Rome burns - he says,
for future 'what the heck! '
man's race relays
ants run - our phase
proves evolution's fleck
which Chance amaze -
fiat lux phrase -
created just on spec.
Time's stream counts days
til dream theme pays
foreclosure with bad-check.
Error or insight worth a second look
as print-out information scores collect?
Life's causal chains rebraiding need, to check
acceleration's spin-offs old earth shook.
Speed spins more questions while by hook or crook
bewilderment straws clutches circumspect,
the commun scrum struck dumb would change reject
cling to past tenets senates have forsook.
Conventions are upset - who by the book
sought continuity must reconnect
bridge spanning global warming's threats, elect
minds-sets more plastic or pragmatical,
distrusting false 'solutions' magical.
31 October 2001 15 April 2005 revised 19 April 2008
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previous title Moonshine Madness
see also Anticipation below
Moonshine Madness
Moonshine madness or an open book
imprinted with key code of cause, expect?
Rainbow skeins need braiding to effect
interactions worth a second look.
Anticipation keeps heart on the hook
as intellects combine, twine, intersect.
Energies spontaneous direct
focus fresh to shed gobbledygook
and set conventions staid, that overlook
essentials, causing conflicts few correct.
Filter chaff from grain, detect defect
mendacious which life's books too often cook
Rule lure, unlured by rule's harsh line to find
music’s fountainhead with open mind...
31 October 2001 15 April 2005
On the Hook poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Thoughtwave Ode Meditation Light
Thinklings, winking, pattern energy
Here, there, there, here, no difference need make
Open, closed, or circular they stake
Unique claim with a time frame we
Grock into when it suits, or elsewhere flee.
How cycles spin? Mistakes repeat mistake
To twin with hidden truth asleep-awake
Which bide their time yet still abide, still see
A fractal fraction of eternity,
Vista vision appetites may slake,
Ends turn beginnings after double-take
Or give and take to catalyze to be.
Duet well met by moonlight, dawn is seen,
Each being all, all each, and in between
Magic glade where sunlight slants today
Enchants the inner eye's kaleidoscope,
Drives thoughts from thoughts to thoughts, expanding scope
In resonance with radiant display
That echoes through the intellect to play
A rune tune which reflects reflections Hope
Transforms from bud, bark, bowl, grass, leaf, to dope
Ideas, fears put to flight, as interplay
Opens, takes cue from Nature Fey,
New ground explores, doors opens, helps all cope.
LInks to synaptic tracks from verdant slope
Garner insight rich which, on the way,
Heal pollution in all senses, sends
The signal sought that all confusion ends.
Moonshine madness or an open book
imprinted with key code of cause, expect?
Rainbow skeins need braiding to effect
Real interactions earning second look.
Open anticipation's neurone hook
Reels waft and weft combines, twines, intersects.
New energies spontaneous, direct,
Effectoive focus finds, sheds gobbledygook
Unwinds conventions staid, that overlook
Real essentials, conflicts few correct.
One filter chaff from grain, detects defects
Nonsense, lies ife's books too often cooks.
Ideals respec, spurn rules' blind lines to find
Creative font retaining open mind.
(10 July 2007)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Timely Open Book
An attractive pair of eyes
of almond aspect, startling size,
sparkle with suggestive look
to signal “I’m an open book”
to which all welcome are who, wise,
rise, meet sweet challenge, find replies
the overhasty overlook.
Moreover, who their minds mistook
face value take where their own lies
make mirror image, dark disguise,
soon blot their ego's copybook -
self image wage, page books may cook.
From downturned mouth to upturned nose
verse flows until this tale we close.
22 June 2005 revised 5 December 2008
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Open Book
An attractive pair of eyes
of almond aspect, startling size,
sparkle with suggestive look
to signal “I’m an open book”
to which all welcome are who, wise,
rise, meet the challenge, find replies
that overhasty overlook,
while those face value take mistook
are where they make for their own lies
a mirror image, dark disguise –
and thus soon blot their copybook...
© Jonathan Robin – Sonnet written 22 June 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Miracle Of Life In Conception
behold the miracle the wonder
captured 'a pure breath inspired'
walking radiant footsteps upon
surface of blue green clay ball
energies infused in life breath
'clayed whispered of the mind'
open to potential in life energy
open to beauty in noble hearts
inspiring warming heating cold
stone statue hearts into miracle
reborn life changes new energies
behind eyelashes opening wide
in clear vision sung in life song
singing harmonies in star crystal
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by and quoted lines from the poem ‘Energies’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 16 The open book's monologue
Red what is it to you black the color of death? maybe maybe not? anyone here play video games? FOR CHAOS? ring any bells help spread the taint more quickly? what might an open book write
what would a open book draw
what would an open book think
open books are predictable
so predict what the picture means
why is black black? why is red O infused? what is the meaning only you know maybe only me...
(added years later)
Maybe I'm the book, and maybe you're the reader
but who is you? is it not everyone
since I'm open, for all to point at laugh at, out of malice or for fun
because they know my thoughts, they know i love her? !
what did i do?
i never said i love you! ! !
how can they know?
how did i reap what i did now sow? !
The worst part
about being an open book,
is an open book can't close itself, can't have a heart
anyone can know all from just one look
there seems to be something wrong with being too open and honest
but it's too late a book can't close itself
can't move by its own accord to a shelf
an open book can never rest
so now I'm the book, so since im there just read
just read.... and watch my heart, my purpose, my soul, my life, me
watch.... watch them bleed
poem by David Knox
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The Only Person Who
The problem with an open book, is it can't know
How it feels, what it says, who it is.... only show
The problem with an open book is its fraught with confusion yet no answer
With danger yet no protection
How can i run from her?
When she's written all over me like an inscription
Open books don't have a say
Open books won't last more than a day
If left open, they cannot defend or close
Can't run away, no toes
Even if it's all an illusion
This delusion
This me, I'm the open book because I'm the the only
One who can't read me
The only one who doesn't know how I feel
So please tell me because I get hurt, but no one heals
I feel this way or that
But to me I don't know what is fact
What is dreamed and what is real
The only person who doesn't know me is me
Someone close it or kill it so then no one can see
poem by David Knox
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Book Of Brilliant Things
Thank you for the voice, the eyes and the memories shine
Thank you for the pictures of living in the beautiful black and the white
Some say well be together for a very long time
Some say that our first impressions never will lie
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Book of brilliant things
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book;
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Oh, book of brilliant things
I thank you for the shadows
It takes two or three to make company
I thank you for the lightning that shoots up and sparkles in the rain
Some say this could be the great divide
Some day some of them say that our hearts will beat
Like the wheels of the fast train, all around the world
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Book of brilliant things
Some say we can be together for a very long time
Some say our hearts will beat like the wheels of a fast train
All around the world
All around the world
All around the world
Some say our hearts beat like the wheels of a fast train
All around the world
All around, all around, around, around
All around the world
Our hearts beat like the wheels of a fast train
A very long time
All around and all around and all around and all around the world
Some say well be together
Some say
A very long time, some of them will say
A very long time all around the world
Words & music : james kerr, charlie burchill, mel gaynor, derek forbes, michael macneil (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Open Minds
Open your mind,
to things unknown,
search the universe
of your soul.
Open your mind,
to your heart
of feelings
buried deep within.
Open your mind
to your ear
of nature and
its beauty.
Open your mind
to knowledge
of things
unlearned yet.
Open your mind
to days gone
by of memories
vanished away.
Open your mind
to your feelings
hidden away
deep in your heart.
Open your mind
to my heart
to know how
i feel toward you.
wrote 3-31-07
Juggler
Eyes recollect facts, won't forget,
store, integrate, restore on cue,
respond beyond horizons flecked
with amber, honey, turquoise, blue,
can juggle concepts pole to pole.
From fears unmet to hopes as yet
unanswered [s]he advances through
fields full of feelings most neglect,
or, worse, reject as threat unto
their omnipresent self-control.
The optic nerve, cone, baton decked,
free from Bell's Palsy, signals to
the brain correcting each defect,
synapses jumped as kangaroo,
help understand life's parabole.
Free to connect to cause/effect,
eyes catalyze, pursue, review,
insight may fancy's flights project
anticipate inventions new
strange spun to change fun future's role.
Where most fears fret, impatient bet
on overlooked, uncertain clue,
there joy elects to intersect
causal rainbows few see through,
connecting halves to make true whole.
Beyond appearances sights set,
explore new interactions to
key into every side effect
induced by links or pattern flow
which show dimensions which may role
reverse as juggler can collect
multi-coloured palette. Who
decodes expects to recollect.
the ways life's [t]issues link into
weird causal web which rigmarole
appears to most who swift forget
truths taught, who, vain, vain dreams pursue.
Experience learns to expect
perspectives, twists and insights new,
surrenders search for strict control.
Strife, blunders, debt, aside set, whet
the appetite for wonders too
diverse to mention, silhouette
may by mind's eye be conjured to
image sublime, life's cherry bowl.
(19 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Open Up To Me
Open up to me;
Open up, to be
Again exalted-
As before was halted,
Our consortium, divine.
Show me yet another sign
That you too believe
That true love doth ne'er leave.
Open up, to see
All that we may be-
Both together and alone;
Open up to me, to atone
For our mistakes of ere-
To enlighten a path, where
We may both truly shine.
Allow our duality to combine
Once again, into a blessed unity.
Open up to me, with impunity
For all you believe we lost:
Our heart's lament, the cost
Of others' views, nescient-
Sans care for effect, prescient.
Open up, so that we
Can again be, what we
Have always been for each-
Do this for 'us', I do beseech!
-Maurice Harris,3 August 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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Tomorrow's Another Day
Tomorrow [b]rings tomorrow, s[tr]ings today
Across life's pillow-billow board, day, night,
Karmic sable, ivory insight.
Each must life's lyrics swing his/her own way.
Time's menace - trick oasis sent to play
Its cards to chaos compensate or right.
Master dream wave patterns, second sight.
Enjoy life’s game untamed, don’t, blind, obey,
Or rate Fate's twists disturbing serpent's sway.
Filter 'impossibility' - hope's light shines bright
Fight boredom and monototny as trite.
Nature teaches: overreach past spray.
Only open searching springs release,
Will Cause, Effect, combine, fine tune, find peace...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Open Book's Monologue Part 3: My Lie
Maybe a lie was told
Believed by all of you now old
If you read the open book
You'd see
The words 'I care nothing about how someone might look'
When searching for love for that girl that I want with me
Remember that and pay attention when the open book says looks are not
An issue
But realizing the lie, this book will need a strong tissue
For, the book will cry
And need support, no spine
Because if I care nothing about looks
Why do I want (maybe crave) to hold her or share a kiss?
How can this
Be true? Why does that matter? It should not!
I should be content with talking....feelings....not if she is hot
I tell myself if she is hot, such things matter to me not
But if that's true why do I want to hug or touch?
Why do I want the physical contact and such
How can I reconcile my claim, when once before
I loved a girl only for how she looked and that made her perfect
Without defect
How can I trust myself after that am I not something to abhor?
What can you do when a book you read does lie
That is the case with this open book, crafty and sly
I can't trust myself, but who else knows how I feel, who knows
Where my heart goes
And to where does it belong?
O how I long for the completion of love and affection
But how can I have that, when I can't handle it, I'm not mature
Plagued by imperfection
The flaw of my nature
What do I love? And what do I love about you?
But also if what I say even to myself can be a lie then just who
Just..... just who am I? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?
poem by David Knox
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Adrenaline Shock
As excitement trips synaptic traps, taps inner ocean tide
Deep within the spirit calling to the hidden beast inside,
Rising quicker, quicker falling, masterminding, unpoliced,
Electricity internal surges, impulse shocks released.
Now accept an opportunity for challenge set aside,
As hunter spies through camouflage the prey too long denied.
Listen as the heart beats faster, who is hunter, who is fleeced?
Is one servant, is one master, must it matter in the least?
New conundrum through the ear drum, sounding board plumbs, Fate defied.
Enterprising and surprising, tingles jingle far and wide,
SHed all hesitation information channelled, need to feast,
Open ended this excitement as red blood count is increased.
Cause, effect can come together as their patterns superpose
Kneeding, feeding, seeding needing more than many may suppose...
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(16 March 2005 revised April 30 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Alankar (Decor) -30
Kitchen clash (Double Rondeau)
How difficult it is to cook
In hot summer how a wife to cook
'Take rest, shall buy food from outside'
He says with concern on her side
Wife is happy she need not cook
Happy so life runs like a brook
Variety food, pleased they look
Seasoned hot, they know kitchen's stride
How difficult
Time in hand changed is her outlook
Changed is also her old cook-look
Styleless to stylish in set glide
Makes her new with glow to her pride
She can speak on her strife to cook
How difficult
How difficult but back a cook?
Daughter visits with siren look
There, stirs in dad's heart a high tide
Sneaks'cooking has been set aside
These days mom does not at all cook'
Enough for her to word and hook
Daughter counsels mom back to cook
To be in shifty husband's stride
How difficult!
Luck is but a wheel in life-book
So such a wife can't overlook
And mom vows never to abide
Honeyed words but put them aside
Blamed wife telling herself 'to cook
How difficult! '
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Open Your Life
Do you know what there is
Just behind your wall?
Do you hate what you can't see
On the spinning ball?
Ignorant and wasted
That's what you are
But you could be so much more
Listen to your TV
Believe the words
And you're dumber than before
Try to see the real picture
Train your mind
To read between the lines
Take your level higher
That is your way
Just get up
Start out today
Time seems an endless road
When we are young
It don't need a genius to know that it's wrong
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Rise now, rise now
Feel the new drive
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Full synthetic anger
That's what you breathe
It's a strategy for all
Telling people stories
And bed time tales
But the real important false
So you grow the wrong seed
Inside your head
To the will of the modern priest
Supervised aggression
Instructed to sleep
That's the devil that you breed
All that we learn
Is just one point of view
Out there in the world
It may not become true
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Rise now, rise now
Feel the new drive
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Time seems an endless road
When we are young
It don't need a genius to know that it's wrong
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
Rise now, rise now
Feel the new drive
Hey now, hey now
Open your life
song performed by by Helloween
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Hypnotic
Baby come over here
And taste me
Won't you feel my lips
And take me deeper into your arms
Mesmerising
Way you got my Venus rising
Visualising your skin melting into mine
Open up, I'm coming in
Explore original sin
Open up, I'm coming in
Lie back
It's getting so hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
Time is locked into the pulse inside us
In a place they'll never us
Naked, sacred and pure
Hearts racing (racing)
Rhythm so intoxicating (cating)
Letting go and we're free falling
Going, going, gone
Open up, I'm coming in
Explore original sin
Open up, I'm coming in
Lie back
It's getting so hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
Hypnotic, so hypnotic
Open up, I'm coming in
Open up, I'm coming in
So hypnotic
Coming up on it
So hypnotic
So hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
So hypnotic
I'm coming up on it
Your love's hypnotic
It's a beautiful way to fly
Surrender your mind
And lose yourself as we rise
Hypnotic
song performed by by Holly Valance
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Love Is Not What You Think It Is
It starts with a gentle feeling, then
It builds to a quiet yearning,
It might start to hurt, then,
You'll know all about the burning.
Feelings churning,
Mind exploding until you just,
You just drift in the warm glow,
Because now, now you know!
Love is...
Not what you think it is,
Love is...
A different colour every day,
Sometimes Love is...
A distant healing,
Sometimes Love is...
A detached feeling,
Love is...
Never wrong,
Love is...
The heart of a song,
Sometimes Love is...
The sound of a Dove,
Sometimes Love is...
More than you bargained for,
Sometimes Love...
Flies out an open door,
Love can...
Change you for evermore,
Love can...
Knock you to the floor,
Love can,
Bring you back for more,
We all have Love in our hearts,
The heart is the doorway to the soul, but,
The door is locked,
Love,
Love is the key that unlocks the door,
Love,
Love is the key to eternity,
Love,
Love is what will set us all free!
Love will...
Heal us all,
Love will...
Break down the walls,
Love Will...
Find you,
Love will...
Open our hearts,
Love will...
Hurt if you go too fast,
But Love will...
Always last.
16 September 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Che Soave Zefiretto
All seek sweet breeze emotions frees -
above life’s mediocrities
which petty compromise appease.
One special one who shares, who sees,
by choice not by decrees.
We’d seize shared opportunities:
surprise, - no good-byes, no degrees, -
no 'ifs' no 'buts' no pleas[e], no freeze.
no need to look for keys,
complementarities.
There neither chalk nor cheese,
only spontaneity
dissolving care brings ease
with two as one till three's
a gift of families.
In health, disease, wealth, poverty's
challenge met, no pedigrees
we’d need who’d future face with ease -
two hearts as one forsees
joy’s reach each guarantees...
19 September 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Red book - The Rule Is You Must Say How You Really Feel.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast, it says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Some new so close to you. You must get to know them. Its a game you can slowly win. Bury your true feelings.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never to fast, never too fast. It says it won't last burnt by the past. We are all wearing masks. Time to take them off. Stop hiding behind your walls. It cost us all. It will be your down fall. Just another phone call. Meeting the face behind this stall. It has come to a sudden halt.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Are we trying to hard? Are we faking this march? Are you trying to hide something underneath? Are you look for a little relief? Do you want me, and are afraid to say it? Denying our insides. They can't be alive. They just can't. And go back to the old dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Memories ignite, previous passions locked up so tight. Are you willing? Are you giving in to obvious feelings. Let me know. And I won't go. Please stop the fruadlent show. Its faking thats so heart breaking. Is your heart aching? How can I make you understand this is your one and only chance. So please lets dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of the past. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. I have been burnt by the past.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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How Come, How Long (feat. Babyface)
Stevie Wonder and Babyface
There was a girl I used to know
She was oh so beautiful
But she's not here anymore
She had a college degree
Smart as anyone could be
She had so much to live for
But she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
He abused her love and treated her so bad
There was not enough education in her world
That could save the life of this little girl
How come, how long
It's not right, it's so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Wake up, for it's too late
Right now, we can't wait
She won't have a second try
Open up your hearts
As well as your eyes
She tried to give a cry for help
She even blamed things on herself
But no one came to her aid
Nothing was wrong as far as we could tell
That's what we'd like to tell ourselves
But no, it wasn't that way
So she fell in love
With the wrong kinda man
And she paid with her life
For loving that man
So we cannot ignore,
We must look for the signs
And maybe next time we might save
somebody's life
How come, how long
It's not right, it's so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Wake up, for it's too late
Right now, we can't wait
She won't have a second try
Open up your hearts
As well as your eyes
I on occasion met that guy
It's been a feeling deep inside
Some ... wasn't right
The way he proves himself a man
By beating his woman with his hands
Oh I wish that she'd seen the light
How can someone like that call himself a man
He's not a man
Soon reality ...
And we cannot ignore
Whenever we see the signs
'Cause any kind of abuse
God knows, it's a crime
How come, how long
It's not right, it's so wrong
Do we let it just go on
Turn our backs and carry on
Wake up, for it's too late
Right now, we can't wait
She won't have a second try
Open up your hearts
As well as your eyes
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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