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The Elementary Scene

Looking back in my mind I can see
The white sun like a tin plate
Over the wooden turning of the weeds;
The street jerking --a wet swing--
To end by the wall the children sang.

The thin grass by the girls' door,
Trodden on, straggling, yellow and rotten,
And the gaunt field with its one tied cow--
The dead land waking sadly to my life--
Stir, and curl deeper in the eyes of time.

The rotting pumpkin under the stairs
Bundled with switches and the cold ashes
Still holds for me, in its unwavering eyes,
The stinking shapes of cranes and witches,
Their path slanting down the pumpkin's sky.

Its stars beckon through the frost like cottages
(Homes of the Bear, the Hunter--of that absent star,
The dark where the flushed child struggles into sleep)
Till, leaning a lifetime to the comforter,
I float above the small limbs like their dream:

I, I, the future that mends everything.

poem by Randall Jarrell
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Melancholy Cold

The frost is on the pumpkin
and the scarecrows taken down.
The bleakness of the winter
is coming to my town.
The fowl are flying V shapes
to warmer climes than here
for the frost is on the pumpkin.
Soon icicles will appear.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Shoppong For Girls

Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense
The lonely groups of company boys
Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
These are children riding naked on their tourist pals
While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal
As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room
Talking bout his family and the cold back home
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
A small black someone jumps over the crazy white guard
Cranking up the volume of a michael jackson song
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
Where the frangipani scents the air
She mouths a word that breaks his stare
He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak
Thats a mighty big word for a nine year old
Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
No one over here reads the papers pal
The dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
Hes a clean trick and hes shopping for girls
Shopping for girls, shopping for girls
Gaze down into her eyes for a million miles
Wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll

song performed by by David Bowie
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A Sleep of Dreams

Travelled road ~ rough and worn
I've walked with ease on many morn
Down your path of known delights
I've trodden through on many nights
To sleep a dreamless sleep

My footsteps echo not within
Within the paths where I have been
Oh, how I crave my soul's respite
To dream of life within this night
To sleep a sleep of dreams

Oh, travelled road ~ you're all I've known
But fever deep inside has grown
To walk the walk that others might
And realize a dream tonight
To sleep a sleep of dreams

This trodden path is worn and long
Each day does bring a seasoned song
That's sung till light has turned to night
And dulls the life with no delight
To sleep a dreamless sleep

I see a field of emerald green
No foot has passed ~ nor ever been
Down unseen path toward dawning light
I'll stay until the sweetest night
To sleep my sleep of dreams....

poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Closed My Eyes

I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
thinking to get back to that bad dream
but unfortunately,
It was not this time.

I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
hoping to wake up,
and welcome a beautiful day,
But was already caught in the darkness.

I closed my eyes and went back to sleep,
wishing to start the day,
seeing his face,
sadly that would just be in dream.

I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
waiting for that wake up kiss,
but sadly never would be true again,

poem by Pratisha Karki
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A Frost Has Come

A frost has come this night
To visit all the land
A cold death slowly emerges
From the deep darkness
Of a long forgotten dream
The ground beneath the foot
Hardened like a tombs stone
The warm glow of street lights
Catches the shine off the icy path
Unsteady to walk upon
While the open sky above
As vast and beautiful as ever
Leaves the mind feeling small
Oh what words are wanted
To be heard and spoken
To bring company this night
To birth new life once more
In a land cold and dark

poem by Matthew Holloway
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My Lullaby (Song)

Close your eyes
Go to sleep.
Find your soul
In arms I'll keep
Dream you Little dark Dream
In your eyes
There's a glow
See your dreams
Now you know
Dream you Little dark Dreams
See your dreams
Come alive
Watch them dance
Through your eyes
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Coming now into eternal
Slumber, Sleep your Life's infernal
Lies called dreams within our sorrow
Never waking for tomorrow
Bow your head
Lay on down
Wipe your tears
Do not frown
Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Tonight.

poem by Sans Serif
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As You Humiliate Yourself

you volunteer to shrink a little bit
like a rotten pumpkin to
let her know that you also know how to die
and find a way to reach her
in her own death.

you let go all that is fluid something that is liquid
you make these
turn to gas so you also have a way of telling her
that you also know how to disappear

she may close her eyes in anger because of you
she may like to abuse you and not talk to you as you gaze to find out
the reason why the stars are not out tonight
why there is not a single shining moon

you are so patient waiting like a fisherman with his bait
to catch a fish tonight
out there in the deep sea in desolation

you give her time to change and to understand your longing
for stars
your thirst for the light of the moon

it will be painful, you have humiliated yourself in all these
shrinking of your arms and hands
you become like a tiny dot in humility to the line of
bold letters and exclamation marks

you give up, you get out of the bed and stopped staring at the ceiling
you open the door of this cold room and you close it again
to leave her
still closing her eyes keeping her tears from falling.

it is over you say. it is over. it is too late. another door has been locked
and this time you do not wish anyone in.

a wise man sometimes likes to use
a period.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chalkhills & Children

Im floating over strange land,
Its a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon.
Im floating over strange land,
And then stranger still, theres no balloon.
But Im getting higher,
Wafted up by fames fickle fire til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.
(even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.)
Im skating over thin ice,
Upon blunted blades of metal soft.
Im skating over thin ice,
While some nonesuch net holds me aloft.
But Im getting higher,
Lifted up on lucks circus wire til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.
Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.
Even I never spied that the scenes were posed.
Even I never knew this is what Id be.
Even eyes never mean that youre sure to see.
Still Im getting higher,
Rolling up on three empty tyres, til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.
Im soaring over hushed crowds,
The reluctant cannonball it seems.
Im soaring over hushed crowds,
Im propelled up here by long dead dreams.
Still Im getting higher,
Icarus regrets and retires puzzled.
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Oddly complete.
(even I never know where I go when my eyes are all closed.)
Here I go again.

song performed by by Xtc
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Chalkhills & Children

Im floating over strange land,
Its a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon.
Im floating over strange land,
And then stranger still, theres no balloon.
But Im getting higher,
Wafted up by fames fickle fire til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.
(even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.)
Im skating over thin ice,
Upon blunted blades of metal soft.
Im skating over thin ice,
While some nonesuch net holds me aloft.
But Im getting higher,
Lifted up on lucks circus wire til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.
Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.
Even I never spied that the scenes were posed.
Even I never knew this is what Id be.
Even eyes never mean that youre sure to see.
Still Im getting higher,
Rolling up on three empty tyres, til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever ermine street.
Im soaring over hushed crowds,
The reluctant cannonball it seems.
Im soaring over hushed crowds,
Im propelled up here by long dead dreams.
Still Im getting higher,
Icarus regrets and retires puzzled.
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Oddly complete.
(even I never know where I go when my eyes are all closed.)
Here I go again.

song performed by by Xtc
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The Conversation of Prayer

The conversation of prayers about to be said
By the child going to bed and the man on the stairs
Who climbs to his dying love in her high room,
The one not caring to whom in his sleep he will move
And the other full of tears that she will be dead,

Turns in the dark on the sound they know will arise
Into the answering skies from the green ground,
From the man on the stairs and the child by his bed.
The sound about to be said in the two prayers
For the sleep in a safe land and the love who dies

Will be the same grief flying. Whom shall they calm?
Shall the child sleep unharmed or the man be crying?
The conversation of prayers about to be said
Turns on the quick and the dead, and the man on the stair
To-night shall find no dying but alive and warm

In the fire of his care his love in the high room.
And the child not caring to whom he climbs his prayer
Shall drown in a grief as deep as his made grave,
And mark the dark eyed wave, through the eyes of sleep,
Dragging him up the stairs to one who lies dead.

poem by Dylan Thomas
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Why East Wind Chills

Why east wind chills and south wind cools
Shall not be known till windwell dries
And west's no longer drowned
In winds that bring the fruit and rind
Of many a hundred falls;
Why silk is soft and the stone wounds
The child shall question all his days,
Why night-time rain and the breast's blood
Both quench his thirst he'll have a black reply.

When cometh Jack Frost? the children ask.
Shall they clasp a comet in their fists?
Not till, from high and low, their dust
Sprinkles in children's eyes a long-last sleep
And dusk is crowded with the children's ghosts,
Shall a white answer echo from the rooftops.

All things are known: the stars' advice
Calls some content to travel with the winds,
Though what the stars ask as they round
Time upon time the towers of the skies
Is heard but little till the stars go out.
I hear content, and 'Be Content'
Ring like a handbell through the corridors,
And 'Know no answer,' and I know
No answer to the children's cry
Of echo's answer and the man of frost
And ghostly comets over the raised fists.

poem by Dylan Thomas
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Chalkhills And Children

I'm floating over strange land, it's a soulless, sequined, showbiz
moon. I'm floating over strange land, and then stranger still,
there's no balloon. But I'm getting higher, wafted up by fame's
fickle fire 'til the...
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. (Even I
never know where I go when my eyes are closed.) I'm skating over thin
ice, upon blunted blades of metal soft. I'm skating over thin ice,
while some nonesuch net holds me aloft. But I'm getting higher,
lifted up on lucks' circus wire 'til the...
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. Even I
never know where I go when my eyes are closed. Even I never spied
that the scenes were posed. Even I never knew this is what I'd be.
Even eyes never mean that you're sure to see. Still I'm getting
higher, rolling up on three empty tyres, 'til the...
I'm soaring over hushed crowds, the reluctant cannonball it seems.
I'm soaring over hushed crowds, I'm propelled up here by long dead
dreams. Still I'm getting higher, Icarus regrets and retires puzzled?
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
oddly complete. (Even I never know where I go when my eyes are all
closed.) Here I go again

song performed by by Xtc
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Chalkhills And Children

I'm floating over strange land, it's a soulless, sequined, showbiz
moon. I'm floating over strange land, and then stranger still,
there's no balloon. But I'm getting higher, wafted up by fame's
fickle fire 'til the...
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. (Even I
never know where I go when my eyes are closed.) I'm skating over thin
ice, upon blunted blades of metal soft. I'm skating over thin ice,
while some nonesuch net holds me aloft. But I'm getting higher,
lifted up on lucks' circus wire 'til the...
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
bringing me back to earth eternally and ever Ermine Street. Even I
never know where I go when my eyes are closed. Even I never spied
that the scenes were posed. Even I never knew this is what I'd be.
Even eyes never mean that you're sure to see. Still I'm getting
higher, rolling up on three empty tyres, 'til the...
I'm soaring over hushed crowds, the reluctant cannonball it seems.
I'm soaring over hushed crowds, I'm propelled up here by long dead
dreams. Still I'm getting higher, Icarus regrets and retires puzzled?
Chalkhills and children, anchor my feet. Chalkhills and children,
oddly complete. (Even I never know where I go when my eyes are all
closed.) Here I go again

song performed by by Xtc
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Drift Off To Dream

Drift off to Dream
As I sit here surrounded, By people and lights
Along with my drink at the bar
Youve been here forever, So clear in my mind
I just dont know where you are
But I know Ill find you, But girl till I do
This is my love song for you
Lets hold hands on the porch swing
Under the moon
While the wind through the willows
Plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, Out back in the yard
And wish for our future
On a far away star
And youll feel the passion, As time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn
Till you drift off
To dream in my arms
You might be hundreds, Or more miles away
Or you might be just down the street
But therell be a hunger, Deep in your eyes
That Ill recognize when we meet
It might take hours, Or it might talk years
But this is the song you will hear
Lets hold hands on the porch swing
Under the moon
While the wind through the willows
Plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, Out back in the yard
And wish for our future
On a far away star
And youll feel the passion, As time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn
Till you drift off
To dream in my arms
And youll feel the passion
As time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn
Till you drift off
To dream in my arms

song performed by by Travis Tritt
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The Swing Of Things

(pal waaktaar)
They say the worlds an eventful place
You give me news
I dont want to know
You say that I should care
That I should speak my mind
Oh, but how can I speak of the world
Pushing by
With a lump in my throat
And tears in my eyes
Have we come to the point of no turning back
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things
Let us walk through this windless city
Ill go on til the winter gets me
Sleep... you wrote sleep, my dear
In a letter somewhere
Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my head
And and ocean between us
And room in my bed
Have I come to the point where Im loosing the grip
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things
When she glows in the dark
And Im weak by the sight
Of this breathtaking beauty
In which I can hide
There is a worldful out there
Of people I fear
But given time Ill get into
The swing of things
Yes, when se glows in the dark and Im struck by the sight
I know that Ill need this for the rest of my life
What have I done
What lies I have told
Ive played games with the ones that rescued my soul
Have I come to the point where Im losing the grip
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things

song performed by by A-Ha
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Tommy's Dead

YOU may give over plough, boys,
You may take the gear to the stead,
All the sweat o' your brow, boys,
Will never get beer and bread.
The seed's waste, I know, boys,
There's not a blade will grow, boys,
'Tis cropped out, I trow, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

Send the colt to fair, boys,
He's going blind, as I said,
My old eyes can't bear, boys,
To see him in the shed;
The cow's dry and spare, boys,
She's neither here nor there, boys,
I doubt she's badly bread;
Stop the mill to-morn, boys,
There'll be no more corn, boys,
Neither white nor red;
There's no sign of grass, boys,
You may sell the goat and the ass, boys,
The land's not what it was, boys,
And the beasts must be fed:
You may turn Peg away, boys,
You may pay off old Ned,
We've had a dull day, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

Move my chair on the floor, boys,
Let me turn my head:
She's standing there in the door, boys,
Your sister Winifred!
Take her away from me, boys,
Your sister Winifred!
Move me round in my place, boys,
Let me turn my head,
Take her away from me, boys,
As she lay on here death-bed,
The bones of her thin face, boys,
As she lay on her death-bed!
I don't know how it be, boys,
When all's done and said,
But I see her looking at me, boys,
Whenever I turn my head;
Out of the big oak tree, boys,
Out of the garden-bed,
And the lily as pale as she, boys,
And the rose that used to be red.

There's something not right, boys,
But I think it's not in my head,
I've kept my precious sight, boys, --
The Lord be hallowéd!
Outside and in
The ground is cold to my tread,
The hills are wizen and thin,
The sky is shrivelled and shred,
The hedges down by the loan
I can count them bone by bone,
The leaves are open and spread,
But I see the teeth of the land,
And hands like a dead man's hand,
And the eyes of a dead man's head.
There's nothing but cinders and sand,
The rat and the mouse have fed,
And the summer's empty and cold;
Over valley and wold
Wherever I turn my head
There's a mildew and a mould,
The sun's going out overhead,
And I'm very old,
And Tommy's dead.

What am I staying for, boys,
You're all born and bred,
'Tis fifty years and more, boys,
Since wife and I were wed,
And she'd gone before, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

She was always sweet, boys,
Upon his curly head,
She knew she'd never see't, boys,
And she stole off to bed;
I've been siting up alone, boys,
For he'd come home, he said,
But it's time I was gone boys,
For Tommy's dead.

Put the shutters up, boys,
Bring out the beer and bread,
Make haste and sup, boys,
For my eyes are heavy as lead:
There's something wrong i' the cup, boys,
There's something ill wi' the bread,
I don't care to sup, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

I'm not right, I doubt, boys,
I've such a sleepy head,
I shall nevermore be stout, boys,
You may carry me to bed.
What are you about, boys?
The prayers are all said,
The fire's raked out, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

The stairs are too steep, boys,
You may carry me to the head,
The night's dark and deep, boys,
Your mother's long in bed,
'Tis time to go to sleep, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

I'm not used to a kiss, boys,
You may shake my hand instead.
All things go amiss, boys,
You may lay me where she is, boys,
And I'll rest my old head:
'Tis a poor world, this, boys,
And Tommy's dead.

poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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These Words Turn Homeward

These words turn homeward
toward you, my dark wood,
because of all assignations of the night
you are West, you are dream and secret
you, deeper than jewels, sweeter
than the taste of stars
in the eyes of wounded black berries.
You, longing and lucidity,
singing in the last of the shadows
of the sacred trees for the unattainable
that summons me to you.
Endless, the farewell, endless
the dusk the nightbirds follow
after the swallows
have danced for the stars
in an aerial display of their own.
You, my star field, my wildflower,
whose skin is the skin of lunar waterlilies
and the tide at the tips of my fingers.
My new moon, my despair,
my solitude, my silence, my absence
which among these thousand lonely lakes
has looked upon you and seen
as I have seen in your incomprehensible eyes
how unfathomable they are to themselves
in your depths, your death,
the fullness of your abiding evanescence.
the quiet intimacies
that have just crept up on me
over these intervening years
that have done nothing
but linger in the moment
as if you would always be there
and could be found nowhere else
but now forever in this doorway
this broken window into my heart
to let go of
over and over and over again
like the rain, this stone, that leaf,
the wraith of your breath
hovering like a thin autumn mist
always at a distance over the harvested fields.
O diminished one, subtle one, free,
how is it you can inspire me still
though your ashes were given back to the stars
like a message for their eyes only
so many years ago that time itself
has upgraded all my starmaps
and made you alone, far one, bright one,
this lonely holy road that’s walking me home
as if my final destination, like yours, like you
were everywhere in whatever direction I turn
to ask the next star, where you’ve gone,
has it seen you, has it heard
was it too soon, was it too early
is it too late, too perilous, too absurd
for the morning to return you
like a singing bird to a green bough
to the dead branch that lost the moon
like its only blossom
on the rootless tree
that it took you from
when it took you from me?

poem by Patrick White
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Daddys Little Pumpkin

You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
Why its quarter past eleven
And youre sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
You must of swallowed a candle
Or some other kind of surprise
Im going down to memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
Im going down to memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in memphis
Want to see how long my money will last
Im going downtown
Im gonna to rattle somebodys cage
Im going downtown
Im gonna rattle somebodys cage
Im gonna beat on my guitar
And strut all around the stage
If you see my baby coming
Dont tell her that her daddys in jail
If you see my baby coming
Dont you tell her that her daddys in jail
Shed sell her little pumpkin just to raise
Her sweet daddys bail
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You never do nothing
To save your doggone soul.

song performed by by John Prine
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Jennie M'Grew

Not, where the stairway turns in the dark,
A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak!
Not yellow eyes in the room at night,
Staring out from a surface of cobweb gray!
And not the flap of a condor wing,
When the roar of life in your ears begins
As a sound heard never before!
But on a sunny afternoon,
By a country road,
Where purple rag-weeds bloom along a straggling fence,
And the field is gleaned, and the air is still,
To see against the sun-light something black,
Like a blot with an iris rim --
That is the sign to eyes of second sight....
And that I saw!

poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Float

it's a beautiful world
everyone's insane
either you swim
either you fade

it's a revolution time
we're sleepin' at the wheel
apocalypse child
in a nuclear field

we wanna change the world
but not what holds us back
i wanna be for you
and i never have

all of this time
i'm just tryin' to reach you
through the rain traffic
as we float into space
your wide eyes
hide your face
as we float inbetween
i am with you
if you bleed

we back up to the waves
this is the truth of days (!?!)
when i am with you
i feel a little brave

the madness and the wars
the circles that we run
confusion is in for (!?!)
what we have become

all of this time
i was just trying to reach you
through the rain traffic
as we float into space
your wide eyes
hide your face
as we float inbetween
i'd die with you
if you bleed
as we float

as we float into space
your wide eyes
hide your face
as we float inbetween
i'd die with you
if you bleed

as we float
i'd die with you
i'd die with you
i'd die with you

song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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