We're still lovers!
*Ali Baba (Arabic: ع ل ي ب ا ب ا ʿ Ali Bā ba) is a fictional character from medieval Arabic literature. He is described in the adventure tale of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. Some critics believe that this story was added to One Thousand and One Nights by one of its European translators, Antoine Galland, an 18th-century French orientalist who may have heard it in oral form from a Middle Eastern story-teller from Aleppo. However, Richard F. Burton claimed it to be part of the original One Thousand and One Nights. The American Orientalist Duncan Black MacDonald discovered an Arabic-language manuscript of the legend at the Bodleian Library; [1] however, it was later found to be counterfeited.
This story has been used as a popular pantomime plot such as in the pantomime/musical Chu Chin Chow (1916) . Like many other folk tales frequently adapted for children, the original tale is darker and more violent than the more familiar bowdlerised versions. Popular perception of Ali Baba, and the way he is treated in popular media, sometimes implies that he was the leader of the 'Forty Thieves': in the story he is actually an 'honest man'[2] whom fortune enables to take advantage of the thieves' robberies.
When I cry
She smiles
And I asked why?
She said; 'You too smiled.'
Then we smiled together.
She sad; 'Hey! Mr.Grigori Rasputin life begins at forty! '
'O Is that true?
Then I am twenty now.
How about a Son? '
'Good idea.
And I want to send him to the University of Harvard to make him a kind Doctor to serve the poor people. What's your plan? '
'Really I want to send him to an Underground University to make him an *Ali Baba to snatch the decaying money in big banks for the needy! '
Again we smiled together as we realized that we're old now!
to my friend who's on leave now Paddy Martin!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Ela Toghat Al Alaam' (To the tyrants of the world) أ ب و ا ل ق ا س م ا ل ش ا ب ي ;)
Arabic script of the poem by Abo Al Qassim Al Shab (Arabic
أ ل ا أ ي ه ا ا ل ظ ا ل م ا ل م س ت ب د
ح ب ي ب ا ل ظ ل ا م ع د و ا ل ح ي ا ه
س خ ر ت ب أ ن ا ت ش ع ب ض ع ي ف
و ك ف ك م خ ض و ب ة م ن د م ا ه
و س ر ت ت ش و ه س ح ر ا ل و ج و د
و ت ب ذ ر ش و ك ا ل ا س ى ف ي ر ب ا ه
ر و ي د ك ل ا ي خ د ع ن ك ا ل ر ب ي ع
و ص ح و ا ل ف ض ا ء و ض و ء ا ل ص ب ا ح
ف ف ي ا ل ا ف ق ا ل ر ح ب ه و ل ا ل ظ ل ا م و ق ص ف ا ل ر ع و د و ع ص ف ا ل ر ي ا ح
ح ذ ا ر ف ت ح ت ا ل ر م ا د ا ل ل ه ي ب
و م ن ي ب ذ ر ا ل ش و ك ي ج ن ا ل ج ر ا ح
ت أ م ل ه ن ا ل ك ا ن ى ح ص د ت ر ؤ و س ا ل و ر ى و ز ه و ر ا ل أ م ل
و ر و ي ت ب ا ل د م ق ل ب ا ل ت ر ا ب ا ش ر ب ت ه ا ل د م ع ح ت ى ث م ل
س ي ج ر ف ك س ي ل ا ل د م ا ء
و ي أ ك ل ك ا ل ع ا ص ف ا ل م ش ت ع ل
Hey you, the unfair tyrants...
You the lovers of the darkness...
You the enemies of life...
You've made fun of innocent people's wounds; and your palm covered with their blood
You kept walking while you were deforming the charm of existence and growing seeds of sadness in their land
Wait, don't let the spring, the clearness of the sky and the shine of the morning light fool you...
Because the darkness, the thunder rumble and the blowing of the wind are coming toward you from the horizon
Beware because there is a fire underneath the ash
Who grows thorns will reap wounds
You've taken off heads of people and the flowers of hope; and watered the cure of the sand with blood and tears until it was drunk
The blood's river will sweep you away and you will be burned by the fiery storm.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Natives Are Restless Tonight
(Don Tiki)
Let me tell you 'bout my neighborhood
If you're visiting tonight
You better stay out of the shadows
Stay in the bright, bright light
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
They're not particularly interested in me or you
They're just looking for some meat
They can put in their stew
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
It's best to stay upstairs
With the Good Book alone
'Cause when the drums start burnin'
You better leave your sermons at home
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
You might consider yourself lucky
Just to be alive
'Cause it's a full moon tonight
And it's right for a conquering tribe.
Don't take fright, the natives are restless tonight
And they say...
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
Hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey hoom baba hoom baba hoom baba hey hey
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Papa-oom-mow-mow
Ah, papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Ah, papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The funniest sound i ever heard
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But i can't understand a single word
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But if he's serious or if he's playin'
Whoo, my my is all he's sayin'
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Well i said there, pop, say what's your name
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Why don't you come around and show your face?
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
The weirdest sound--i can't figure it out--
I can't believe this sound makes me slap and shout
Papa, whooo
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo! yeah!
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-papa-papa-oom-muh-muh-muh-muh
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
I can't seem to remember all the words
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Dit-dit-dit
Well, i hear this sound everywhere i go
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
On the rockin' tv or the radio
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
But now it's spreadin' all through the land
I still can't seem to haha ha
Understand
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-mow-mow
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Baba-whoo
Dit dit dit
Baba-baba-baba-whooooo!
Baba-baba-baba-whoooooooo!
Oooo-oooo-ooo-wooooo
(how how oom mow oom mow. oh.)
(party [...], right?)
(i hope so.)
(this is [...])
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Hajji Baba
(Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji)
Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
He was always in love, in love, in love
Come to my tent, oh my beloved
Bring me your lips, warm as the sun
Hear my lament, oh my beloved
Come to my arms, oh wonderful one
Enter my heart and stay there forever
Lost in the spell of stars up above
And we'll be like the man Hajji Baba
Always in love, always in love
(Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji)
Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
He was always in love, in love
Deep in each soul, carefully hidden
There's a desire to be indiscreet
Hajji has said when love is forbidden
Love is so sweet, love is so sweet
Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba, Hajji Baba
He was always in love, in love, in love
Come to my arms, oh my beloved
(Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji, Hajji) [fade]
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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All I Can Do
Ooh, ooh, ba
Yesterday I thought youd stay
I thought youd see things my way
But now I see my hopes may be dead
I should have known when you said
I was the one you wanted
Wanting meant nothing more than today
(*) all I can do is cry over you
And hope you return someday
All I can do is cry over you
Ever since youve gone away
Every road that I follow
Leaves me with no tomorrow
I need someone to show me the way
Repeat (*)
Baba, baba, baba
Baba, baba, baba
song performed by by Carpenters
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You Cant Put Your Arms Around Whats Already Gone
I saw red, stayed at home
Placed a big pillow over the phone
In this town where Im from
Ive learned two is so much better than one
But you left me alone
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Watch you sink like a stone
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Well, you hurt to the core
You used to kiss like no one had done before
And your taste turned me on
Now you drive me real crazy just by being born
Cos you left (left left left) me alone (left me alone)
And you cant put your arms around whats already gone
Watch you sink like a stone
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Baba b-baba b-baba ba
Baba b-baba b-baba ba
Took the tram round the bay
Where everyone tells you to have a nice day
And my pride almost broke
When the tears dont fit you, you look like a joke
And you left (left left left) me alone (left me alone)
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Cryin eyes gettin worn
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Hey, you left (left left left) me alone (left me alone)
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Watch you sink like a stone
You cant put your arms around whats already gone
Baba b-baba b-baba ba
Baba b-baba b-baba ba
song performed by by Roxette
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Siridi Sai Baba
SIRIDI SAI BABA Vavroovahana Patra
Siridi Sai Baba is everywhere;
Attracts devotees with pleasure.
At the age of sixteen Baba advises devotes;
Inspires to engage mind in social service with delight.
Baba advises to provide food to dogs, cattle and poor people daily;
Providing food derive peace daily.
On Thursday pray Baba delightfully;
Surrender on the Lotus Feet daily.
Baba is omnipresent;
Provides peace, merriment.
Protects devotee’s life;
Evaporates devotee’s grief.
I, the poet, pray Baba gaily;
Surrender on the Lotus Feet delightfully.
Baba is Vishnu, Rama, Krishna, Jagannath on Earth;
In four ages Baba incarnates with mirth.
Siridi is pure forever;
Baba smiles at Siridi with pleasure.
Cures devotee’s disease;
In the family showers Baba’s Bliss.
He is Almighty;
I, the novelist pray Baba’s with gaiety.
Baba protects women devotees daily;
Provides peace in pure women gaily.
I sing Baba’s song in morning;
Soul drinks the nectar of peace, mind is delighting.
Baba is omnipresent in my family;
Praying Baba we live delightfully.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Crime Of The Century
I was into bein' out on my own
I could take love or leave it alone
That's how you get when you're hurt to the bone
One too many times
I had this heart of mine locked away
I kept my guard up night an' day
I had enough of the games they play Out there on the line...
It was the crime of the century
You played Robin Hood an' rescued me
Ali Baba an' the Forty Thieves
Ain't got nothin' on you
You came on like Jesse James
You stole my heart like you were robbin' trains
I'm gonna lock you up for life with me
It was the crime of the century
You stacked the deck
song performed by by Shania Twain from Shania Twain
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Popeye the Sailor Meets Ali Baba's Forty Thieves
Jack Mercer - Popeye (voice)
Mae Questel - Olive Oyl (voice)
Lou Fleischer - Wimpy (voice)
Gus Wickie - Abu Hassan (voice)
from Popeye the Sailor Meets Ali Baba's Forty Thieves (1937)
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Tragedy
That LIC agent
With the
Beautiful
Writing…
Very genteel,
And good-looking.
Baba told me -
He had a happy
Family with a
Young wife,
And two children.
One night
A truck -
Struck them
While they were
Returning home
On their scooty.
That was the end
Of their story.
Or, was it?
No….their
Old parents
Are reliving
This sad story
Day in and
Day out of their
Dying life…
Thinking
Over and over
Again, asking
Each other:
Why me?
I sometimes
Wonder…
Does God
Have a heart,
Does He?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Glee—The great storm is over
619
Glee—The great storm is over—
Four—have recovered the Land—
Forty—gone down together—
Into the boiling Sand—
Ring—for the Scant Salvation—
Toll—for the bonnie Souls—
Neighbor—and friend—and Bridegroom—
Spinning upon the Shoals—
How they will tell the Story—
When Winter shake the Door—
Till the Children urge—
But the Forty—
Did they—come back no more?
Then a softness—suffuse the Story—
And a silence—the Teller's eye—
And the Children—no further question—
And only the Sea—reply—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The American Popular Song
It's a popular song, an American popular song.
And there's something about it, can't live without it.
It's the tune of the day, somehow it takes you away
and it grabs you, and it holds you, feel it control you,
makes you want to clap your hands.
Makes you want to stomp your feet.
Makes you want to sing along. It means business.
The American popular song goes on and on.
The American popular song goes on and on and on.
It's a popular song. An American popular song.
A simple story wrapped up in glory.
Once you hear it you know you got to hear it some more.
And that's power, try it, you can't deny it.
Makes you want to clap your hands.
Makes you want to stomp your feet.
Makes you want to sing along. It means business.
The American popular song goes on and on.
The American popular song goes on and on and on.
It's a popular song. An American popular song.
It's a popular song, an American popular song.
It's a popular song, an American popular song.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Rumble in the jungle
Give us some poetry?
Me, we..?
These are the words;
Of Muhammad Ali..!
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back the chorus…
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
The peoples Champion!
A roaring catlike, lion
with long-legs of lynxes
a king of all… the Cobras
With a right leading, paw...
His arm like a ripsaw...
And with words of combat
He was like a buzzing black, gnat...
In the ear of an iron wall-
0f fury, surely, he’s only a Meatball.
Said he a half-crazed; George Forman
He isn’t there, American, Tarzan
surely he isn’t their hero’ this? Muhammad Ali...
Ail—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back they in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Hellfire’s sharpened inside a mountain beast:
Whose instincts weren’t yet that of a baptized priest?
This only unleashed a thuggish bears raging guffaws…
In a taciturn of natural, laws.
A trudging elephant goes, sleeping…
Wearily on the ropes—he’s just waiting
Tobacco chewing the brawlers
Heart weakening boulders.
His heart thrashing leaf shredding soul…
All this is compounding so all his admirers’ console!
Muhammad Ali...
Ali—baba-booyah! Ali
The emperor of Horus
Sang back in chorus
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Ali—baba-booyah!
Mean while, me, we..?
Ali, tenderly inward-sobs..!
Me, we..? Me, we..?
For three whole rounds he bobs...
Till his sobs, override
His natives absent ringside-
Fear; then does he begin to hear..!
A charlatan’s heart beating, drums...
With no more tantrums,
He wakes the African, elephant
Wounded and yet more grievant
It’s then this road, turnpikes’
And a preordained cobra strikes
At a watermelon gatherer
Bewildered, headlong guilty of his own perjure.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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I Wanna Be Sedated
20-20-20-4 hours to go
i wanna be sedated
nothing to do, nowhere to go, oh
i wanna be sedated
just get me to the airport, put me on a plane
hurry,hurry,hurry before i go insane
i can't control my fingers, i can't control my brain
oh no, oh no, oh no
20-20-20-4 hours to go
i wanna be sedated
nothing to do, nowhere to go,oh
i wanna be sedated
just put me in a wheelchair, puy me on a plane
hurry hurry hurry before i go insane
i can't control my fingers, i can't control my brain
oh no oh no oh no
20-20-20-4 hours to go
i wanna be sedated
nothing to do, nowhere to go, oh
i wanna be sedated
just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show
hurry hurry hurry before i cant let go
i can't control my fingers, i can't control my toes
oh no oh no oh no
ba-ba-baba, baba -ba-baba i wanna be sedated
ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba i wanna be sedated
ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba i wanna be sedated
ba-ba-baba, baba-ba-baba i wanna be sedated
song performed by by Offspring
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Ever After
The life of a fairy tale.
Can be like our own.
The ending is happy.
But the story unknown.
The story begins.
Then there’s always a twist.
You can’t get to the ending.
Unless you persist.
Some stop reading the story.
When things, they look bleak.
They don’t have the strength.
Their hearts are too weak.
So they grab a new tale.
Then the reading begins.
If it ends in the middle.
Then nobody wins.
So things just seem hopeless.
Because we always quit.
We don’t finish the story.
To the fear we submit.
God tells us, “Hold on.”
“The ending is near.”
“Just keep reading the story.”
“Don’t give in to fear.”
“Believe in My ending.”
“Believe and then hope.”
“That the hero will climb up.”
“From the end of his rope.”
And so you continue
The prince finds his queen
The greatest fairy tale ending
You ever had seen
But had you not finished.
The true ending unknown.
The prince would not have a queen.
To share with his throne.
Fairy tales are filled.
With both sadness and laughter.
Where you finish the story.
Becomes your ever after.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Confrontation with Baba Yaga
In Angola
I saw Baba Yaga
come out of the wood
and in the blue sky
she hanged dark and hideous
with a canon in her beak
and rockets on her sides
that draws red lines
when she eats soldiers
by wiping them out.
No uglier witch
you could get anywhere
and she hanged bony
in the air
above our heads
while she collected skulls
with a shrilling noise.
Day after day
we were on recognisance
and she was there
until a stinger missile
fired by a Unita soldier
dragged her from the sky
and she went flaming to the ground
and ploughed a furrow on her side.
[References: ”In a number of East European and Russian myths, Baba Yaga is a cannibalistic witch who lives in a hut on the edge of the forest. She is also called Jezi-Baba or Baba Yaga Kostianaya Noga ('bone-legs') , referring to the fact that she is rather skinny. She is regarded as the devil's own grandmother.” Confrontation with a Russian Hind helicopter gunship.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Baba Big Cheese Ain't No Turkey
Baba Big Cheese ain't no turkey-
He's the ascendant master
Of mood kinetics,
Who probes his inner thighs
And clarifies his thoughts,
While sharing his insights
And reviewing his direction
As he synaptically and
Telepathically
Connects with his
Audience-
Baba Big Cheese knows
Every little trick
In the secret black book-
He's mastered
The universal law of
Libidinal attraction
As he feels out the vibes
Of his female disciples,
Feeling the heat of his
Transforming erection
Rising like an inspiration
Of his polymorphous muse-
Baba Big Cheese is interesting
To watch at nighttime
In the late moon hours
When the sky is dark
And the crowd is drunk
With all sorts of mad
Visions and wisdoms
Borne out of alcohol
And translucent
Angels cascading from
Heavens, with whom
Baba Big Cheese
Communes on a daily basis,
Sitting on a park bench
And watching little children
Being clutched by their
Mothers, warning them of
Long haired metaphysical
Perverts, looking for
Action.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Faded Pages
Recently I started retyping
a manuscript of short stories
I had written twenty years ago.
The pages were faded;
too much time being opened to the sun.
As I typed, I smiled
at the things I had written
and the dialogue I had created.
The stories are about a cat
and looking at the world
through his eyes and thoughts.
I had even created him a language
that I had to write a glossary
at the back of the book to explain
what some of the phrases meant.
There is a vast array of characters
and most have a funny turn.
I also remember what prompted me
to write the stories long ago.
My original intention was to write
one story and one story only,
but a friend of mine at the time
persuaded me to write another and another.
Before long, a volume was finished
with enough stories to start another.
From a one off story I have written over sixty now
about the cat and all his friends.
Now as I flick through these faded pages,
which I haven’t read in years,
I find myself being reunited
with many long lost friends.
26 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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600 Million Euro!
600 Million Euro!
But, it was too late;
For the money was in your Toyota four wheel-drive as you were attacked,
And the thieves made away with the money! !
Spotted,
Shiny,
Straight,
Creamy,
Like the death after birth! !
But the thieves took the money away;
And now, we don't have much story on this issue.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Never Ending Story (live Acoustic Version)
Armies have conquered
And fallen in the end
Kingdoms have risen
Then buried by sand
The Earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
She puts us to sleep and
In her light we'll awake
We'll all be forgotten
There's no endless fame
But everything we do
Is never in vain
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
Forests and deserts
Rivers, blue seas
Mountains and valleys
Nothing here stays
While we think we witness
We are part of the scene
This never-ending story
Where will it lead to?
The earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
But she is also a part
A part of the tale
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began
song performed by by Within Temptation
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