Gandhi
Small in stature this Hindu man
Yet a giant amongst fellow men
For human rights he did stand
Time and time and time again
Stood for non-violence, truth
Vegetarianism, faith, simplicity
Educated, wise, noble, couth
Never succumbed to duplicity
A Hindu that embraced all religions
He knew well that all men equal be
To bigoted men gave admonition
On his way to make salt by the sea
“Bapu” freed India of British rule
Without violence or declaring war
Civil disobedience his only tool
A peaceful goodwill ambassador
Jan 30,1948 during evening stroll
Bapu was confronted and shot dead
By an extremist discharging a pistol
An act Nathuram Godse would dread
Worldwide many millions did grieve
Frail brown man swathed in homespun
In awe of all this great soul did achieve
Hearts filled with love and adoration
Once an eon a great leader arrives
Touching and changing many lives
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An Ode To A Saint Of Peace
An Ode to a Saint of Non-Violence – Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
He came from a non-descript Indian place
A village which would not have a place
In Her Majesty’s palace’ grace
What could this man for India raise?
When the Indian nation reeled
Under a foreign yoke
This frail man with iron will
Preached a master stroke
He visualized violence was no funnel
To get to the end of the tunnel
That the spring of freedom would gurgle
For the Indian freedom struggle
It is not arms and blood
Or revenge, violence or death
That will get India freedom
From the British kingdom
They can take away our right
They can make their sticks bite
They can take us to gaol
But they cannot take away our soul!
Protests with no violence
Will shake their conscience
It is the only way
For the British to loose its sway
Despite British scorn
And ire of critics
He made every Indian “re-born”
And friends of skeptics
Respect for all and love for mankind
He preached & practiced
He made every Indian aware
And the British beware
When the British enacted suppressive laws
This soul bonded us with his non-violent straw
His simplicity and truthfulness held all in awe
He gave us belief, pride and strength not to thaw
In 1930 Gandhi gave a key freedom call
Civil disobedience was the mantra for all
Salt Tax was the symbol of oppression
That every Indian was to defy and make it fall
Men & women all were one
With Gandhi, they feared none
When Gandhi gave his peaceful protest call
They all rallied behind it like a wall
In Gandhi’s belief the nation rallied
Made the British rulers harried
The struggle for the British to leave continued
The voice of India was not to be subdued
The Salt law was broken
It was a challenge in token
The average Indian now believed
That the British could be shaken
The British police rained bullets and blows
Gandhi remained defiant with his followers in tow
Line replaced line as protestors were brought down
Under the bullets and blows of the Crown
A trickle became a torrent
The British blows served no deterrent
Pan India the rallies and crowds swelled
The peaceful voice of freedom could not be quelled
British goods were boycotted
In public rallies, they were burnt
Swadeshi! Swadeshi! rent the air
While the British sirens blared
Civil dis-obedience and satyagraha – grounded
The British were perplexed and confounded
The entire nation rallied to his non-violent call
The world took notice of it all
Came World War II
The Allies were stretched
While the war was won
British revenue coffers were wrecked
The Indian “Golden Hen”
Became a revenue drain
While Gandhi did not give in
His non-violent freedom refrain
Quit India! Quit India!
Unrelenting was Gandhi’s call
While the clamor gathered
The British “will” shattered
The Britsh knew not - how to handle it all
A frail looking man, had challenged them all
Years of supremacy of the British domain
Had cracked up under this non-violent virus strain.
The British empire gave in
To Gandhi’s non-violence spin
India was to become free
Without any violence or fee.
It is to this frail looking man
That the world gives credit
The strong belief in non-violence
He continues to inspire without any edit
To Indian, he is Bapu – The Father of the Nation
To the world he is an apostle of non-violence
And while the world looks on in silence
On still continuing theatres of violence
I pray that conflicting parties learn
No peace comes from the power of the gun
In how Bapu got us freedom – they should learn
Violence - they should shun
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The Gandhihood....
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
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a new Gandhihood
You gave us a simple man, full of kindness
humblest and with godly bless
not a lord
owning his own soul like power
you like us, we poorest of poor
the real Indians..........
we like you Bapu, you only know us....
(they not know us... we are really Indians..)
the father of poorest of poor
the light still delight us...Bapu.....
and then we have many 'gandhees'
but the Indira we loved her
a worthy heir of a ablest leader
Blooded to the battle
Born to for fight
Sowed the pride in our soul nation
Not to thrill of the fight
To die for a cause
Honour and the great glory
To win without a great life
lived for India.......
the great Rajiv...
the' new' India wants glory.....
he made a new vision for this nation
and Sonia the mother....
without a power
but all these great sacrificing.....
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a.......Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
As Godse and Apte hooded, swung to the tune of the newly dead
Echo’s lingered on the Ambala walls of the gallows shed,
The pair’s verses sung, still lingered as if to defy reality
‘Akhand Bharat Amar Rah’, [‘India united, may it be forever, ’ ]
Godse’s hand that did the deadly deed grasped and twitched,
As a spirit hand ripped out the soul of a body bewitched.
Now ended the people’ choice, their Mahatma grand
His name, his work for ever will with the test of time stand,
The gang of eight cowards their plot conceived connived,
Their hate of appeasement simmered nights of the long knives,
The British lead religious division of India was the flaw,
That loaded the assassins’ gun three bullets to close life’s door,
On life for Gandhi, with hands in greeting cried ‘HE RAM’ [Oh God],
The plight of fellow man his cause, no more the path that he hath trod,
Their ears never attuned to their victim’s forgiving love rule ways
Whose bloodless coup enriched forever India’s days.
In moments assassin Nathuram Godse was quickly brought to hand,
Soon the news spread around the world in every land, ,
Sorrow and tears that would not even dry in the sand.
Looking beautiful draped in white with flower petals round Gandhi lying in state,
That sad remember day thirtieth of January Nineteen forty eight.
NB. On fathers day 1997 my daughter gave me a book by Yogesh Chadha titled 'Rediscovering Gandhi' a wonderful book, Ironically in my library it sits next to 'Einstein The Life and Times'. Einstein said of Gandhi......
' Generations to come, it may be, will scarce believe that such a one as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth.'
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Give Into Hate
Violence surrounds me
Violence in society
Violence in our eyes
Violence in their cries
Violence it's our fate?
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, no escape?
Violence, give into hate?
Is it human nature to act like animals?
We're all guilty, we're all criminals
Selfish species headed for a self destruction
Violent product of moral corruption
Violence for love
Violence because of hate
Violence, revolution
Violence of the state
Violence, you will find
Violence, it grips your mind
Violence, it's too late?
Violence, give into hate
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Bapu You Could
Bapu* you could have lived little more
Now we know how your words could explore?
Create magical effect in the hearts of terrorists
Even change the cruel hearts of atheists
We are ignorant about the word 'pardon'
We resort to comic picture and paint you in cartoon
Convey the message through mimickery
But with a relevance of it for an adversary
What would have happened to world?
If you were born in mountains so cold
No existence of love and never known about freedom
World would have known it seldom
Where only bullets form melody
Where people die for somebody
Always in captivity and no voice
What could you give them in form of promise?
The mountains could provide safe heaven
For all those who needed calm and peace even
They could have risen taller than the big hills
Creating peace ripples with strong will
Bapu you should have been in those ravaging parts
Where only bullets rule and human lives depart
As if one piece of onion is shelved off
Human life is reduced to laugh
Not a pen work here but only Kalashnikov rifles
Life is so scared and remains mentioned in files
Not one two or ten die daily for selfish pride
Even small child holds rifle and never try to hide
They fire at target and silence the human life
It is rugged mountain and life is full of strife
Bapu you will have to be borne with deadly weapon
As life will not be spared on the paper or gesture coupon
Even in civilized areas people have become more deadly
People here too not feel safe and lead quiet happily
In day time murder takes place and women are raped
Even in that case mountains are safe and needs to be clapped
The chiefs are wedded to old traditional rules
But they are deeply religious and understand it in full
If their homeland is taken by force to drive them away
Their struggle for just peace can't be stayed
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Gandhi Jayanthi
You won the hearts of Indians globally –
O beloved Father of India!
You stood for truth, non-violence totally,
And gave the freedom we enjoy.
Born in Porbandar on October two,
Mohandhas Karamchand Gandhi,
You stood against odds of all sorts
To win innumerable patriotic hearts.
About you, Albert Einstein said,
‘Generations to come will scarce believe
that such a man as this had walked
upon the earth in flesh and blood.’
You were a mediocre student;
You were so timid and too shy;
You went to England to learn law,
To South Africa to practice!
The racial state of Africa
Had influenced your mind aright
To enter politics and fight,
And born were Satyagraha, Ahimsa!
What mattered was not skin-color,
But pangs of hunger and dolor!
What mattered was not caste or race,
But love of mankind and a smiling face!
You loved India’s poor peasantry;
You fought the British valiantly;
You led the nation brilliantly,
And won the freedom gallantly!
You fasted for the people’s sake;
You kept the freedom cry awake;
You didn’t use things of British make,
And made salt boldly with your rake!
Happy Birthday Gandhiji!
Though dead, you’re live in Indian hearts!
Your noble sacrifice on earth
Will shower Indians immense mirth!
You loved to pray to God always!
You trod the land by feet most days;
You kept the Freedom Struggle’s pace,
And won the battle against race!
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!
Jai Gandhiji!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2009
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Let us thank our Gods..
Buddha was a human and a Hindu,
And he worshiped the Hindu Gods,
Instead of worshiping Hindu Gods,
Why do people worship Buddha?
Jesus was a human and a Jew,
And he worshiped the Father,
Instead of following his religion,
Why do people worship Jesus?
These are the questions of logic,
We may provide the answers of magic,
If Religions were gate way to heaven,
Where our ancestors went in BCs?
I like the teaching of Jesus,
Who asks us to love our foes.
I like the teachings of Mohammad,
as he eliminated injustices.
We, the human, elevated ourselves,
From the hardship that Gods have created.
From naked human to today's technocrats,
We have evolved from ignorance.
Let us take the religion for guidance,
not to inflict hatred on another human.
Let us take the doctrines for consolations,
not to hurt another human with weapons.
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The Colour Bar
I
In twilight twentieth century
men I solemnly religiously revere
not one of sapiently reverend
top three is externally white I fear.
II
Mohatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandi.
Nelson Rolihlaha Mandela.
Martin Luther King. Their praise I sing.
III
Gandi lawyer statesman Indian nationalist leader
advocating ahimsa non-violent non-cooperation
Satyagraha truth and firmness a policy of passive
resistance to British rule advocated by Gandhi
defence of and by truth imprisoned many times
by South African and later British India authorities
assassinated by a Hindu nationalist in January 1948
never posthumously awarded the Nobel Peace Prize?
IV
Mandela lawyer black South African nationalist leader
imprisoned again from 1964 to 1990 for life on charges
of sabotage and plotting to overthrow white government
'The Black Pimpernel' during clashes with authorities
avered because of his ability to avoid South African police
using several disguises a favourite an invisible chauffeur
Mandela anti-apartheid struggle symbol of unity for
worldwide anti-apartheid racial equality movement
Mandela served 27 years in prison 46664 AIDS activist
against AIDS epidemic awarded Nobel Peace Prize in 1993.
V
King US Baptist minister black American civil rights leader
Montgomery, Alabama nonviolent bus boycott of 1955
during 382 days of boycott King was arrested his home
was bombed he was subjected to personal racist abuse
250,000 march organizer on Washington DC in 1963
to demand famous “I Have A Dream” speech racial equality
assaulted arrested twenty times awarded Nobel Peace Prize
in 1964 the year Nelson Mandela was sentenced to jail for life
assassinated on motel balcony Memphis Tennessee April 1968.
VI
Will next martyr be an Arab
a stylized western prejudged ambassador?
No an old loyal lion of Israel
who died attempting a Palestinian Israeli
intervening tightrope gap act
assassinated by an Israeli nationalist in 1995.
VII
Mahatma (‘Great Soul’)
a graphic symbol
used in ritual meditation
enclosing a circle a square
with God on each of four sides
to represent the universe.
VIII
Mandala
a circular symbolic figure
as a Hindu and Buddhist religious symbol
representing entire universe in various religions
or a symbol in a dream
representing the dreamer’s search
for completeness and self-unity.
IX
Lutheran
justification by faith alone
as a cardinal doctrine
or characterized by search
theology of Martin Luther.
X
Martyr
specific destination of faith honour
connoting highest degree of saint-ship
one who voluntarily undergoes death penalty
refusing to renounce Christian faith
refusing to renounce any article of faith
perseverance in any Christian virtue
perseverance exhibited in obedience
to any law command of holy church.
XI
King-ism
any twenty-first century apostle
of Prophet Martin Luther King
advocating equality for all humanity
as chosen spokes comprising
ever rotating great wheel turning eternally
in cosmic circle of life or characterized
by theology of Dr. Martin Luther King.
XII
cosmic wheel
turning turning turning
souls earth incarnated
learning learning learning.
XIII
The famous scientist
Albert Einstein said
paying tribute to
Mahatma Gandhi
upon his death
'Generations to come will scarce believe
that such a man as this
walked the earth in flesh and blood'.
Funny peculiar not funny haha how
some professing faith deny men of miracles.
Written 13.3.1996.
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Fame is not survive long
Nathuram Godse shot dead
The father of nation, M.K.Gandhi.
He had been condemned over decades.
Tired of condemnation, the reverse
Started taking place. The might of time.
Stalin of Russia is a perfect example.
The hailed are thrown and the thrown,
recovered.
04.02.2003
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This Nation was founded by men of many nations and backgrounds. It was founded on the principle that all men are created equal, and that the rights of every man are diminished when the rights of one man are threatened. Today we are committed to a worldwide struggle to promote and protect the rights of all who wish to be free. … We are confronted primarily with a moral issue. It is as old as the scriptures and is as clear as the American Constitution. The heart of the question is whether all Americans are to be afforded equal rights and equal opportunities, whether we are going to treat our fellow Americans as we want to be treated.
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Equal Rights,2011
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love.
equal rights to believe,
to speak out, to stand up
and be counted.
equal rights to work,
equal rights to study.
equal rights to build.
equal rights to profess faith,
equal rights to pray.
equal rights to give...
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love!
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Violence
(tennant/lowe)
----------------
The sons and brothers, fighting for another cause
Anything to give their lives some meaning
Busy with their guns and dreaming
Far away from here
Said they would act (said they would act)
In self-defense
And all the others, running 'round so hot and bothered
Anything to give their lives some meaning
In the evening
Running around with guns and
Said they would act (said they would act)
In self-defense
With violence
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, violence breeds violence)
(ooh yeah, breeds yeah, breeds yeah)
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
The son and brother, when he gets home
He gives someone some love
And mutters: "woman, (mutters woman)
You'll never understand (never understand)
I did what i said (did what i said)
In self-defense
With violence"
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
(ooh yeah, violence)
(ooh yeah, violence breeds violence)
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Violence
Six bottles went down the drain
One hous a waste of time
I'd ask if you feel the same
Still pushing that chance to try
Your breath in this cool room chill
Long hair that blows side to side
You speak and make time stand still
And each time you walk right on by
Like violence, you have me forever and after
Like violence, you have me forever and after
Can't count all the eyes that stare
Can't count all the things they see
She kills with no life to spare
Just victims are left to bleed
One drink and the pain goes down
Soft shadows lay by her feet
Lay still as you fall asleep
Fall asleep
Like violence, you have me forever and after
Like violence, you kill me
Like violence, you kill me
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Civil Disobedience
civil disobedience...
daring acts of courage?
peaceful rebellion.
when, by choice, the freedom
of one is sacrificed for the
freedom of many.
believing that all men, and
women, are indeed equal...
in needs, rights, beliefs, and desire.
believing that no man
ever owns another man....
that dignity is not for sale.
believing that no man, or woman,
is ever free until all are free....
and all share the right to respect,
and the right to be individual,
with the need for community.
obeying the law of liberty
over the threats of the
law of the land... choosing
to stand, stay firm, and deliver.
putting feet to ideals, and
hands to the plow....
now you must choose!
civil disobedience...
a criminal act.... or
the cost of freedom!
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Masterman Sonata
The world was made for us
And we belong in this world
But this world is very violente today
And to tell you the truth I don't even know if the violence in this world will End
But I have the feeling that we will never be able to live in a world without Violence because the only thing we know is violence
And we never learned anything else than violence
But I believe some enjoy the violence and they welcome the violence Into their lives
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Old World New World
Natives wearing turquoise and silver
Dirty dogs barking in the distance
People of a thousand tongues
Im learning the primitive rights
Im doing as the romans do
Mt. kalais to mt. everest
Then down to the river ganges
To follow your mighty past
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
Old world
New world
I know nothing
But Ill keep listening
Cities tumble into the ocean
Cities getting built in the sky
Now were talking digital
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
Millions playing at monopoly
Rolling the dice of their life
Im dancing and shaking hands
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
I know nothing
Grow old look wise
Never knowing til I die
But Ill keep listening
Ill keep listening
Pan
Shambala
Judism
Hindu
Christianity
Masdic
Budism
Atman of vedies
Sun ra
Astrology
Voodoo
The great dream time
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‘Bees will Return to Hives! ’
The Saffronization of India?
–Phulbani, Kandhammal, Orissa, India.
'Calm follows every storm;
But Christians must be calm! '
‘Where martyrs’ blood be spilt,
More churches will be built!
Without much shame or guilt,
Fanatics hit the hilt’
Their saffron hues, they spray
On Dalit Christians, aye!
They won’t allow them pray;
They hunt them night and day!
What tragedy now looms!
‘Turn Hindu, ’ call now booms;
‘Or die; be bruised and maimed! ’
Why Christians all are blamed?
Frenzied mobs on rampage:
A war on Christians wage;
Conversion is their lie,
As Christians many die!
Can’t one profess their faith
Of choice and freedom, say?
Are Christians not Indians?
God will show them their way!
Such states are keeping quiet;
They want Christians to fight;
‘Violence begets violence’
Most Christians stay calm, hence.
Are there no basic rights?
Most Christian homes lost lights;
Hundreds have been destroyed;
Pleas have gone null and void.
Most Christians are too hurt;
No one seems to regret;
Churches are simply torched,
And human beings scorched!
As angry mobs destroy,
And loot the Christian homes;
And burn them down overnight;
O, see the Dalit’s plight!
‘Kandhammal is burning;
Christians are hiding
in the forests near-by,
Out of fear for their lives!
The Bureaucracy’s sleeping!
A community’s weeping;
And the nation goes on
As usual, from dusk to dawn!
Who gives the rioters rights
To kill and loot and maim?
The government takes no blame;
Keeps its political aim.
All Indians are brothers;
They spare not nuns, sisters!
They burn Christians alive,
For converting the tribes?
Will not some leader ask?
Is peace then no one’s task?
Christians cannot worship
Nor live in peace, friendship.
Conversion is excuse
For mobs to cause abuse
Of Dalit Christians poor
Who grew in numbers more!
God watches all these crimes;
He will usher new climes;
As martyrs’ blood cries, pleads
To stop arson, misdeeds.
Has Nature lost its cool?
More floods are going to kill
the robust and the ill,
The ‘wise fanatic fool! ’
Shouldn’t Christians not unite,
As churches, homes ignite?
Our patience isn’t weakness;
God is God of fairness!
If churches bear insult
Temples aren’t stronger built;
Time teaches all lessons,
As blatant lie weakens.
They blame the poor Christians
Who belong to same soil;
Their living God’s mighty –
One, only Almighty!
But how long will they kill
And take innocent lives?
The fanatics have skill?
‘Bees will return to hives! ’
Such states can’t then progress
If violence won’t regress;
God will not spare culprits
Ready are His hell-pits!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 09-27-2008
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Bapu is no more
Today Bapu (Mahatma Gandhi) is no more
Yet his memory is not frozen in store
Today once in year I glanced at his picture
I sensed he was in trouble for sure
“Why Bapu tears in your eyes” I questioned
“The same thing is going on fir years´ I mentioned
Yes my dear for the same I feel bad and in tears
I have spent troubled moments for the long years
Bapu, whole country is happy and no trouble
Leaders are aligned properly and capable
Very much defensive and impregnable fortress
Not single thread of corruption can be traced
They claim very much holy and defender
Constitution is supreme and your picture
Everything under your name and aspiration
They draw strength and power from your relation
You lived half clad and walked on feet
Spun the cloth self and stood in self to greet
But there is little change here in your followers
They want none at the gate and need only palaces and towers
Bapu, don’t you think it was grave mistake
You simply sacrificed life when nothing was at stake
They waited for you to depart at early stage
You were hurdle and handicap to manage
You need not cry as everybody is happy
We can barter national interest and ready
Our solders are daily dying for motherland
They are just obeying in our holy land
Bapu, worry not we are all safe and tuned
No disease can kill us as we are immune
We carry water in our vanes hence no feeling
We shed blood and go for open spree and killing
We never missed you as we face same brutal button charge
Previously it was by whites and now in hands of locals at large
Bapu, we are one but divided over, religion, cast, color and creed
We celebrate your anniversary once a year with known greed
* An address for father of the Indian nation*
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Religious Separation
I’m not concerned about your religion
Matters not if you’re Christian, Muslim or a Jew
How you chose to worship God is your decision
Fighting over whose god is best is of no value
Be you Hindu, Buddhist or a Jain
Consider;
Belief in God resides within the human soul
A cloud does not choose upon whose head it rains
Where the sun decides to shine is out of our control
We must forevermore set fear and misdeeds aside
Lay down our fearsome weapons on the ground
It’s time to let peace, harmony and joy abide
Time to let abundance and prosperity abound
Destiny demands that humankind return to Eden
After present era ends and a new one begins
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