What you should be?
Be the mind in the act of finding
Not just what will suffice
But one that will be nice. Find the place
Without a script, the one that gives you
Something
With spontaneity, one that changes you
Into something else, one that transforms
Your present
For the better, and the past that must become merely
A souvenir. You must be someone that is
Living
Not just something else, one that learns the
Speech of the scenes around you
The men and women and children that you meet
Construct a home of this world
Like you are a flower at home in a garden
Have the delicate ears of
The sentiments, the sensationalist expressing
His emotions
As thought there are only two persons
In a very silent room,
Random emotions becoming one
Singing the songs of grief and bliss
In unison,
Have the dialogue of the metaphysician
Twanging with his tongue, uttering the words
Of righteousness,
Holistically,
A mind condescending
With a will to rise
Above this commonness,
Finding satisfaction
Where there is none
Gripping the slippery
Tails of hope
Like a hunk surfing on a stormy sea
Or a woman belly dancing through the night
Or a mother combing her daughter’s hair
Or the father teaching his son a skill,
Be what you are be what you can be
Find some more
Those that may satisfy you
The living
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of Modern Poetry
The poem of the mind in the act of finding
What will suffice. It has not always had
To find: the scene was set; it repeated what
Was in the script.
Then the theatre was changed
To something else. Its past was a souvenir.
It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place.
It has to face the men of the time and to meet
The women of the time. It has to think about war
And it has to find what will suffice. It has
To construct a new stage. It has to be on that stage
And, like an insatiable actor, slowly and
With meditation, speak words that in the ear,
In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat,
Exactly, that which it wants to hear, at the sound
Of which, an invisible audience listens,
Not to the play, but to itself, expressed
In an emotion as of two people, as of two
Emotions becoming one. The actor is
A metaphysician in the dark, twanging
An instrument, twanging a wiry string that gives
Sounds passing through sudden rightnesses, wholly
Containing the mind, below which it cannot descend,
Beyond which it has no will to rise.
It must
Be the finding of a satisfaction, and may
Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a woman
Combing. The poem of the act of the mind.
poem by Wallace Stevens
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Like The Sun
In light of my present mess
In light of my mental weathers turn
In light of all the crash and burn
Ill open my mind as wide as ever
The line behind the lesson
Soul in the open well
It might have been fate
It might have been fortune
It might have been wine and a mellow head
Im finding my way
Finding the words
One body breaking
Someone come and rise up
Rise like the sun
Youll find the world
Somebody save me
Someone come and rise up
Rise up and hold me now
I know that at times life kinda hurts
I know that I will live and learn
So more than survive
I will endeavour
The mind behind the message
Alone on an ocean swell
It might have been great
It might have gorgeous
It might have been why Ive settled in
Im finding my way
Finding the words
One body breaking
Someone come and rise up
Rise like the sun
Youll find the world
Somebody save me
Someone come and rise up
Rise and show
A helpless man
A held out hand
Defining images
That flow through my hope
Surrender the broken moments
And pointing fingers
The closing of open minds
I might have been delayed
I might have been delirious
I might have been otherwise
Taking hammer blows
Like an animal
For others
So heavy was my way
Im finding my way
Finding the words
One body breaking
Someone come and rise up
Rise like the sun
Youll find the world
Somebody save me
Someone come and rise up
Im finding my way
Im finding my words
Im one body breaking
Someone come and rise up
Rise like the sun
Youll find the world
Somebody save me
Someone come and rise up
Rise and show
Show us
Something
song performed by by I Mother Earth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Mother Does Not
A mother does not raise her child for to fight and die in war
Or to kill another Human Being in a Country from home far
That her son or her daughter should at someone else shoot to kill
A person they have never known or who have never bore them ill.
Picasso's 'Screaming Woman' is for all woman kind
The mother weeps for her dead child with grief 'out of her mind'
Mothers do not raise their children for to be remembered on War Memorial Day
For to fight in war for war mongering non combatants and throw their lives away
A mother raises her son or daughter so her seed of life will live on
That her genes will still be around when she herself has gone
From the World of the living to be numbered amongst the dead
I wish for my children to outlive me that's what the mother said.
A mother does not raise her child for to meet with an early death
Not for her War Memorial Day or the words 'Lest we forget'
She wants her son and daughter for to grow old and gray
And she does not wish to hear of War and War Memorial Day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Remember Me
You don't need to ask me if i'll be your friend
I am
I am
You don't need to ask me if i'm sure my friend
I am
I am your friend
You must remember me
I'm the one who saw through the world's disguise
Took away its cloak and i made it hide
From me
Remember me?
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
What can i say
You don't need to find the words to say what's on your mind
If you need a reason to begin again
I am
I am
You will find an answer at your journey's end
I am
Waiting there my friend
You must remember me
I'm the one who knew you when
I'm the one you call your friend
Feel free
Remember me
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
What can i say
You don't need to find the words to say what's on your mind
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
What can i say
You don't need to find the words to say what's on your mind
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
You, you
You, you
You, you
song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Doorway
When you gave your love to me, I never gave you chains.
If you need to prove youre free.
My love for you remains (you know my love stays)
Love is not a prison cell.
True love can never die
Theres nothing that you shouldnt tell
You never have to lie (to me you shouldnt)
But if you have to keep something inside you.
You know Ill never want to steal it away
I respect your territory.
Hope theres room in world for me.
Is there room in your mind to see.
A doorway ? if you say
Blood is pumping through my heart.
And flowing through my veins.
All it keeps me living for.
The love that is sustains (you now I never).
Time stopped when I saw your face.
And if it start Ill cry
The universe is in your smile.
Is heaven in your eye ?
But if you have to keep something inside you.
You know Ill never want to steal it away
I respect your territory.
Hope theres room in your world for me.
Is there room in your mind to see.
A doorway ? if you say
I respect your territory (you need your territory.)
Hope theres room in your world for me (find a place in your world for me).
Is there room in your mind to see (I want a doorway).
A doorway ? if you say.
I respect your territory (you need your territory.)
Hope theres room in your world for me (keep a place in your mind for me ? ).
Is there room in your mind to see (I want a doorway).
A doorway ? if you say.
I know you need your territory (you need your territory.)
Is there room in your world for me (cant you see what it means to me ? ).
Hope theres room in your mind to see (I need a doorway).
A doorway ? one fine day (I want a).
I respect your territory (you need your territory.)
Hope theres room in your world for me (cant you find a place for me ? ).
Is there room in your mind to see.
A doorway ? if you say (I want a doorway).
I respect your territory (I need a territory.)
Hope theres room in your world for me (cant you find a place for me ? ).
Is there room in your mind to see (I want a doorway).
A doorway ? (I want a, I want a, I want a doorway).
If you say.
song performed by by Human League
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Painting dreams...
Gazing at an empty page,
Thoughts and emotions run wild.
A portrait of words come to life,
Like dreams of emotions dancing.
Images of us live on in written words,
Stirring my mind and emotions.
A world of dreams built within the mind,
Forever floating upon the emotions of fantasy...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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We Are The Children Of The World
(p. castro/m.a. kelly)
Waiting on the wings
On the wings of time
Wonder whats to come
And what we will find
Dancing on a dream
In the magic of our mind
Reaching for the sun
As long as it shines
Living day to day
While were on our way
Well find were already there
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
Underneath the blue
In a solitary light
Guiding by a star
A star in the night
The enemy we see
Is the enemy inside
Knowing we can win
Without knowing why
Wed be lost in hope
While we search for more
We find were already there
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
How many times do we look to the sky
Knowing weve nothing to lose
We are the children who wanted to fly
Now we can fly to the moon
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
We are the children
We are the children
We are the children of the world
song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Remember Me (My Friend)
You dont need to ask me if Ill be your friend
I am
I am
You dont need to ask me if Im sure my friend
I am
I am your friend
You must remember me
Im the one who saw through the worlds disguise
Took away its cloak and I made it hide
From me
Remember me?
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
What can I say
You dont need to find the words to say whats on your mind
If you need a reason to begin again
I am
I am
You will find an answer at your journeys end
I am
Waiting there my friend
You must remember me
Im the one who knew you when
Im the one you call your friend
Feel free
Remember me
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
What can I say
You dont need to find the words to say whats on your mind
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
What can I say
You dont need to find the words to say whats on your mind
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
Walking on this earth finding you
You, you
You, you
You, you
You, you
song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To A Mother The Son Does Not Grow Adult
Mother, is the living shrine,
To her eye the son remains ever green,
Whole the world is aware of the son,
The mother’s eye never transforms from the morn.
The son stations to adult hood,
He gets equipped with different moods,
He learns the black art of daily change,
He experiences the relation-mystery widening his range.
The mother’s dictionary reads only the baby innocent,
For she gets wrapped in her feelings essence,
She finds no fault with the boy,
And sees him playing with childhood toy.
To a son the mother remains as an oasis,
In his good and evil she remains as a spontaneous bliss.
For, from her being the son comes on the earth,
Learns her smile, her words, and life’s rope with fountain mirth.
When the son feels sorrow the mother cries,
In son’s evil days, with all her soothing she tries,
Her heart and mind like fresh wind, find passage to son’s wellbeing,
She is the earthly goddess, the divine image, life’s rarest thing.
poem by Subrata Ray
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FEEL AGAIN - Song Lyrics
Passing by my eyes
Are people living lives
They flow before my gaze
Just like the memories
In my mind
I watch them from
My hiding place
In shadows so
To hide my face
And as they pass
The memories flash
Of how it felt to feel that way
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
I watch the people
Not because
I wanna be their friend
I watch them not
Because I hope to know
Them in the end
I simply watch
And ask myself
Why do I feel this way
How did I get here
Can I hope
To feel again someday
To feel the feelings
That they feel…
To hope, to love, to cry
To fall and feel the pain
Or rise in triumph to the sky
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
All I have are memories
Of the times
When things were good
Memories of the days
Of when I felt
The way I should
Memories now that
Flow before the view
Inside my mind
Just as the passing people
Flow before my open eyes
Oh God! How can I be
Like them
Is there a way to
Start again
I know there is
I know its there
I’ll find it
I don’t ****ing care
What I have to go through
What I lose and what I lack
I know my heart
Can feel again
If I can only
Find my way back
Home…
I’m going home…
This is my home…
It feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
I’m finally home
…Jeff Bresee
poem by Jeff Bresee
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Four Walls
Nobody knows the secrets captivated
Within these four walls
That construct my soul
That rebuild my life
My mind, my emotions, my past, and my present
My mind holds the key
To open all possibility
That may have been granted unto me
As my thoughts are withheld
In words I mold and meld
To acclaim certainty, justice, and divine truth
My emotions control
All storms in my soul
Whether they be sunny or pure catastrophe
As my heart reveals
What my tongue urgently conceals
As I fail to give my love to a worthy beholder
My past fills up ledgers till they overflow
Marking sins I have committed through rain or snow
How I wish I could make revisions
But the stanzas of my past are unable to be erased
No white-out was supplied, and by this haunting I am chased
For sheer terror I cry since I can't discard a memory
My present is now as I live every moment
To my surroundings I submit and relent
Living every day like there is no tomorrow
Then tomorrow comes as I wash, rinse, and repeat
As I sit in these four walls accompanied by my heartbeat
So much to record in so little time
In my cell, my home, in these four walls
Inside my body, I've stumbled and had falls
But my house was built on the rock and I am strong
Inside my shelter I'm waiting for my savior
The one that will love me forevermore
To come hailing from the sky to be my redeemer
The redeemer that opens these four walls and sees no surprise
For he already knows what is held inside
Waiting for him to open the door and set me free
So that I may stay with him for all eternity
poem by Gabrielle Fleming
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Nothing us but only in between us
In finding you
I find me, in looking for you
You look for me, so in finding you finding me,
We finally find out, there is nothing us but only
You and me finding you and me, there is really
No us, just some things between us, always finding
You and me finding you always finding two
Not one, nothing one, but always two, a separate
You finding me and me finding you in this search in futility
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blind is the Deepest Love
Blind is the deepest love, where sight gives way to insight
And the wonder of her face is of no consequence
I summon my powers of composition, unswayed by her attraction
My skills of translation in the service of emotions
Language is my guide within her storybook of life
I hear her songs in lines made up more seductively than eyes
Dancing their descent and rise. And if I never see her face
I could find myself in her embrace
When I reach out with my heart to hold her close.
In the quiet of a small abode, large in its comforts
And in profile against a sky of endless dark
I dipped my small hands in the pristine pool
Of silence deep, finding a touch that made reply
As her hands met and conversed with mine
She spoke a tongue new to my life.
Insisting that I didn't mind, that the absence
Of her face before my eyes
Was beautiful beyond the beauty I was sure to find.
Renunciations made, you journeyed to construct
Your gates set on the freedom of deserted hills
Far from the cities which stand remote
Where stars and souls are never visible.
So at this evening hour, late in life as I am
My gaze declining as I gather your insight
I still conceive in dreams how we let our veils fall
At the wedding of our hearts, where finally
Your eyes meet mine as if the brightest stars.
poem by Frank Bana
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Living With You
You been teaching me a lesson that I never learned
You never make it through a lifetime without being burned
Everything I ever thought you were - you turned out to be
Since you gave your love to me
When I met you on a monday
My life has stood still
I belong to every moment that your love can fill
Let me be the only heart you mend
Turn out the light and take it right to the end
Living with you
In the madness of my mind
In a world I could not find
But you knew what to do
Living with you
Theres a full moon on the rise
Theres a fire in your eyes
And I was born to be
Loving you under my skin
Youre everything to me
I could not love you more
And you know that you are mine
And thats what Im living for
There will never be a question of somebody new
I could make it through a lifetime with someone like you
Let me be the only heart you mend
Turn out the light and take it right to the end
Living with you
In the madness of my mind
In a world I could not find
But you knew what to do
Living with you
Theres a full moon on the rise
Theres a fire in your eyes
And I was born to be living with you
song performed by by Bee Gees
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We Are As Gods Here
Across the blue abyss we sail
Trailing stars in our descent
Finding the past in the present
We are immortal here
Beyond the failings of our trials.
I find myself in a sinking blue
Thinking always thoughts of you
Drowning in the morning dew
One with all I see
I find myself in a field of dreams
Meadows bloom in ecstasy
All that is, is one within
A soul of perfect harmony
All we are is all we were
Forever we will be
Lost upon emotions waves
Dancing harmony
A call upon the midnight hour
Allows us truth to see
We sail the blue abyss, we sail
In natural ecstasy
We rise, we fall, we know it all
As all is one in me
All is one within your heart
A heart allows you truth to see
The moon is quilted by tender blanket clouds
Kissed by the rain’s forgetting
We are beyond the need to regret our failings
For we are as stars here
Trailing descent from past into present
Into the future surreal we ride
Rising with the morning Sun
To know the kiss of Dawn
Knowing what it is to be reborn
We are as Gods here
Perfect from our moulds
Only growing old within the autumn of our falling
Still we retain our wisdoms past
As all we know blooms day by day
Into a flower more beautiful
More delicate
Than any you may find upon the fields of dream time wavering
Savour the movement
Flavour the moment
Rise in descent.
Still fields of green surround my heart
Though desert sand may fill my shoes
I find myself sinking fast into thoughts of you.
Still valleys green embrace my soul
Though desert heat may boil my skin
I find myself sinking fast forever lost within.
poem by David Lacey
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Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)
(Prine)
She was a levelheaded dancer on the road to alcohol,
I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal.
Well, she pressed her chest against me about the time the jukebox broke.
She gave me a peck on the back of the neck, and these are the words she spoke.
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go to the country, build you a home.
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches, try and find Jesus on your own.
I sat there at the table, and I acted real naive.
Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve.
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy coo.
Yeah, singing a song all night long, telling me what to do.
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go to the country, build you a home.
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches, try and find Jesus on your own.
Well, I was young and hungry, and about to leave that place.
Just as I was going. she looked me in the face.
I said "You must know the answer," she said "No, but I'll give it a try."
To this day we've been living our way, here is the reason why.
We blew up your TV, threw away your paper, went to the country, build us a home.
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches, they all found Jesus on their own.
song performed by by John Denver
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Looking At The Many People
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people,
Waiting to live a life they like.
The many people...
In a luxurized hype.
Looking at the people,
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Waiting for a life they like.
The many people.
Looking at the many people.
Embittered and lamenting.
Looking at the many people.
Living venting and resenting.
Looking at the many people.
Condescending and offending.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments.
Looking at the many people.
Expressing their sad sentiments...
And in their minds they're losing sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Left Last Night for London
Leave your bed your sanctuary
Asylum from the nightmare
Leave your life, your sanity
Come smile come share a while
I left last night for London though I don’t know the way
I’ll follow cars and follow far and hope I find my way
Chasing tarmac serpents snaking breaking on my way
I left last night for London; I hope I find my way.
Bowler hats and tailored suits, will I find them there?
Fashion students with pierced lips and red dye in their hair?
Umbrellas soaking wet and dogs all sick of barking
A sign in every place a go telling me that there’s no parking
I’ve lost myself upon the bridge, the tower bridge is folding
I find myself upon the verge with nothing I’m left holding.
A Double-decker phone box, will I find one there?
Surround by the punks and junk with wood glue in their hair?
Studded jackets, DM boots, will I see them there?
Stomping on the very ground that once was never there?
Her majesty, the Queen of England, will I see her there?
On speakers corner ranting rants, I hope I find her there.
I want to hear her shouting down all the sh*t around her
Until she can see as we the free that all that sh*t has bound her
No freedom found in palace grounds, no life beyond the walls
As marks of weakness, marks of woe come round to do the calls.
We’ll skin her pups and wear them in our revolutions rising
No crown for we, for we the free, we see the crown is dying.
I’m sure she’s sweet and has royal feet but that don’t cut my bacon
We need the walls a crumbling down and all foundations shaken.
It’s getting messy living here in England’s green for sure,
And popping pills in Satanic mills surely is no cure.
Still we the young the hopeful keep finding our own way
Living every second and dying every day.
I left last night for home, I hope I find my way.
I’m sick of running sideways, sideways every day
I’m leaving now, I’m going home, don’t stop me on my way.
I left last night, I’m going home, please help me on my way
Still playing guitar in many a bar trying to earn a pay
Living life nocturnal and dying every day.
poem by David Lacey
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for D.
when you let me in
i feel the warmth of your room
a little bit damp
for a summer time like this one
i must be honest
there is something inside that repulses
what i have in mind
there is coffee that does not fit the time
there is that cookie that
does not satisfy
any hunger of mine
i beg you then
to let me out
into the open fields of my desire
where i can be home
again
you stay
do not let me hear you cry
at least you are free
inside the home
of your being
i yet have to find a home
a place to rest my head
and wash my feet and hands
a place where i can be once silent
because i have
nothing to say
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Laura Lee and Her Rose
My name is Laura Lee
And I enjoy spending my time
Playing in the sunlight
With my little Rose,
The daughter of my dreams,
She came to me
As welcome as a lilac breeze
Four years ago when I was twenty.
I’m married to her father
Who is seven years older than me,
I was a young girl
And he was tall and handsome,
His words were sweet
Like tree-ripened summer fruit
And he made me feel loved
Like I never felt before.
When Rose was born,
The love that was inside of me
Was like a small seed taking form,
Blossoming into flower and soul,
Transforming me into mother
And no longer a little girl,
She was the petals of my heart.
But the father of my Rose
No longer appreciated the garden
From which his flower sprung,
The mother that gave him
Such a lovely fragrance
That will linger long into the world
With his same blue eyes,
He no longer kissed me tenderly like before,
I felt rejected and despised.
Rose’s father began offering
His sun-sweetened words to other girls
Even younger than me,
Staying out late into the night
Roaming the city streets
Seeking superficial pleasures
Instead of tending his garden and his flower.
My heart broke like delicate chinaware,
I wept in a world without rainbows,
The man that gave me love
Now treated me harshly and unkind;
I know, I’ll have to leave him
And find all my hope
In the flower that came from me
And the flower that will always be in me.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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