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The reason why so little is done, is generally because so little is attempted.

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You Are The Reason Why

you are the one that i love
you are the one that i need
you are the one i want to be with
you are the one i will fight for

you are the reason why
i am breathing today
you are the reason why
i could walk again
you are the reason why
i am not afraid of death
you are the reason why
i can't go back and love another

you are someone i could not leave without
you are the one i wish i could have for the rest of my life

you are the reason why
i'm alive
you are the reason why
i could fight against enemies...

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Then I WILL know the reason why.

I know for sure that I know less
than what I used to think I knew.
I find it easy to confess..

When I was young I knew it all
Experience taught me otherwise
That pride must go before a fall..

The few things which I know are true.
I still recheck them frequently.
It’s something that I have to do.

For change occurs and alters things
and often truth is flexible.
It has been known to topple kings.

I’m not a king I’m just a man
A simple man who knows his place
And tries to do the best he can.

I can say with honesty
Although I am prepared to learn
Who can I find who will teach me...

Some one who knows much more than me.
Somebody who is qualified.
I never will quite probably.

I’ll have to wait until I die
Before I’m privy to the truth
Then I will know the reason why.

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Who Is This God Fellow And What's The Reason Why

Who is this God Fellow
And what’s the reason why
Did he murder the last poet
When he thought to cry
Who is this God Fellow
And what’s the reason why
Dose he never leave the gated community
Of his heaven in the sky.
Who is this God fellow
And what is his gig
It seems to me that he and his priest
Got the whole damn thing rigged
Is he a prince or a pauper a pusher or a pimp
That dose his jealous thing reveal
To me while I smoke a bit of hemp.
Who is this God fellow
Is he married to human by the power of a prayer
And why is it that he should even care
Who is this God fellow and what’s the reason why
Did he murder the last poet when he thought to cry
Who is this God fellow and why are his blessings to live
Only by the hands of priest that are stingy to give
Who the reason and what’s the reason why
That a small rain should collect in his eyes.

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The Reason Why I Am Here

people.
the reason why i am here, people
is people, satisfied people, looking for more
to tickle their tongues
for more satisfaction, the reason is people,
people who become restless because nothing
seems to make them people anymore,
people who love people
are the reasons for being here
people who miss people
people who question about being people
people who offer answers
they look for the content of the poem as answers
but there is really nothing
contentious about this
a poem simply pleases
puts forth what is in the heart of people
one that teases
and yet cannot be held by the hands
of people
one that slips like a fish in your hands
one that flies away
the moment it hears steps of men
coming on its way
birds are the reasons, fishes are the reasons
the sea, the depths,
the drowning feeling,
the rising and the falling the coming back and forth
of waves, are the reasons,
so many reasons why we are here
at the end
we look at each other, hands akimbo
eyeballs rolling,
without an answer.

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The Reason Why?

(paul hopkins/ lee morris)
Producer for bonnie: graham laybourne
Every time you see me walking in the room
Can you see it in my face
Ive lost interest in all the things you do
And Im feeling misplaced
Can you tell me its over
I dont want a lie
All I really want to know is the reason why
Where did our love go wrong?
Cause I need to know
Can you tell me? can you tell me baby?
Where did our love go wrong?
Cause I need to know
Can you tell me? can you tell me baby?
Oh, Im sure that you feel the same way too
But youre hiding it inside
Theres nothing left for us
Between me and you
Nothing but heartache inside
Can you tell me its over
I dont want a lie
All I really wanna know is the reason why
Where did our love go wrong?
Cause I need to know
Can you tell me? can you tell me baby?
Where did our love go wrong?
Cause I need to know
Can you tell me? can you tell me baby?
Our love is strong
Come on, we could make it through
Theres nothing left to lose
It will be alright - alright
Where did our love go wrong?
Cause I need to know
Can you tell me? can you tell me baby?
Where did our love go wrong?
Cause I need to know
Cause I need to know
I need to know
Where did our love go wrong?
Where did our love go wrong?
Where did our love go wrong?
Where did our love go wrong?
It will be alright - alright

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The Reason Why

Asking the unanswerable 'why'
Is like seeking light in the dim,
Life and Death we can't deny
No reasons needed, so it seems.

That Fate does not come knocking,
Nor does Death have any manners
Is a daily truth we are all facing
For Life when lost is regained never.

When people walk like sitting ducks
Ready to be cut down for no cause
Then something of Why must be asked
And the Reason searched with no pause.

My simple question is the puzzle
Where came the bulk of ammunition?
The absence of the needed muzzle -
Are stricter laws on gun regulation!

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The Reason

the reason
why i do not
eat alone
and sleep
alone is not
my handsome
form or my
innate wit
and choosy
sense of humor

it is just
that i am
meant
to be shared

my hands
open
wanting
someone
to hold

my arms
open
always needing
someone
to embrace

i am designed
for hugs
my lips
for kissing

and i think
i will never learn
again
the pain
of learning
how is it
to be alone

and feel
that i am
dying

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The Reason Why One Resorts To Poetry

imagine you have a world
a government
a neighbor,

the world too cruel for you and you want to hurt it too
but you cannot,
the government that makes you poorer and deceives you
and persecutes you and you want to be one of those rebels
but you cannot
a neighbor that closes its door and talks against you
and makes higher fences
and yet you cannot complain because
you have no power
weak and helpless and you too
lost in the labyrinths of a complex lifestyle
no direction, no vision, no hope nothing to lean upon
or hold unto

those are the reasons why you go inside your room too
and begin to write, and somehow, you say

i am free, i am happy, i am living,
and my house is not burning.

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Marsupial Bill

1
IT was the time when geese despond,
And turkeys make their wills;
The time when Christians, to a man,
Forgive each other's bills;
It was the time when Christmas glee
The heart of childhood fills.

2
Alas! that, when the changing year
Brings round the blessed day,
The hearts of little Queensland boys
Wax keen to hunt and slay—
As if the chime of Christmas time
Were but a call to prey.

3
Alas! that when our dwellings teem
With comfits and with toys—
When bat and ball and wicket call
To yet sublimer joys—
Whatever can't be caught and killed
Is stale to certain boys.

4
Strange that, with such instructive things
From which to pick and choose,
With moral books and puzzle maps
That “teach while they amuse,”
Some boys can find no pleasure save
In killing kangaroos.

5
Where Quart Pot Creek to Severn's stream

Its mighty tribute rolls,
There stands a town—the happiest town,
I think, betwixt the poles;
And all around is holy ground;
In fact, it's full of holes.

6
And there, or thereabouts, there dwelt
(Still dwells, for aught I know)
A little boy, whose moral tone
Was lamentably low;
A shocking scamp, with just a speck
Of good in embryo.

7
His name was Bill. To wallabies
He bore an evil will;
All things that hop on hinder legs
His function was to kill,
And from his show of scalps he won
The name, Marsupial Bill.

8
His face and form were pinched and lean,
And dim his youthful eye:
'Tis well that growing Queensland boys
Should know the reason why;—
My little lads, 'twas all along
Of smoking on the sly.

9
Through this was William small and lean,
Through this his eye was dim,
Nor biceps rose on nerveless arm,
Nor calf on nether limb;—
Ye growing boys and hobbledehoys,
Be warned by me—and him.

10
His elevated shoulders stood
But little way apart;

His elbow joints—Oh, poor avail
Of mere descriptive art!
I would I had an artist man
To show them William's “carte!”

11
And should you ask how such a one
A mighty hunter grew,
So many flying does outsped,
So many boomers slow—
Bill owned a canine mate, to which
His victories were due.

12
A brute so complex that he set
The fancy” all agog;
Of breed that ne'er found name in ex-
hibition catalogue!
Oh, would I had an artist man
To show them William's dog!

13
On Christmas-eve, at set of sun,
A hollow tree he sought;
A match, a scratch, a puff, and Bill
Was lost in smoke and thought,
And “all his battles o'er again”
In fervid fancy fought.

14
No ha'penny thing, no penny thing,
No thing of common clay
Such brilliant memories evoked,
With hopes as bright as they—
It was his father's Sunday pipe
That Bill had stolen away.

15
For many a time and oft had he
Admired the wondrous bowl,
The stem, the mouthpiece, and the tout

Ensemble of the whole,
Until desire of it had grown
A portion of his soul—

16
Until desire o'ergrew the fear
Of kick, or cuff, or stripe.
That eve, when Bill stepped forth from home
The guilty scheme was ripe—
His right-hand trouser-leg concealed
His father's Sunday pipe.

17
And now within a heaven of smoke
Against the tree he leant,
The while the mellow influence
Through all his vitals went,
And for the first time in his life
He knew what meerschaum meant.

18
So subtly stole the influence
His inmost being through,
He did not mark the sudden bark
That signalled kangaroo,
Nor noted that his constant mate
Had vanished from his view.

19
His mind and eye were on the pipe
And he had just begun
To count how many scalps would go
To purchase such a one,—
When turning round his head, he saw,
Against the setting sun,

20
A Boomer! . . . and, as when the waves
Close o'er a drowning head,
Sudden the whole forgotten past
Before the soul lies spread,

And all the charge-sheet of a life
In one brief glance is read—

21
Ev'n so in instant tumult thronged,
About his wildered mind,
A thousand shapes of wounded things,
Of every size and kind;
And some were scalped, and some were maimed
And some were docked behind.

22
The kangaroo, the wallaroo,
The wallaby was there;
The 'possum jabbered in its fright,
Sore wept the native bear;
The stricken paddamelon moaned
Its ineffectual prayer;
The battered 'guana fixed on him
Its dull remonstrant stare;
While tail-less lizards swarmed and crawled
About him everywhere;
And limbless frogs denounced him with
The croaking of despair;
And tortured bats with ghostly wings
Clung to his stiffened hair;—
But suddenly the vision passed,
And Bill became aware
That he was in the Boomer's arms,
And bounding through the air.

23
Hop, hop, they went, o'er broken wilds,
Where, stacked in many a mound,
The hoards of clay-embedded ore
Rose grimly all around:—
Unheeding miners' rights, they jumped
A claim at every bound.

24
Then on o'er wastes so very bare
That even “stripping” ceased;

And as they neared the hill countrie
The frightful pace increased;
Nor granite slope nor timbered ridge
Told on the tireless beast.
The sun went down, the full-orbed moon
Came swimming up the East,
Nor yet the “old man” slackened speed,
Nor yet his prey released.

25
Still on and on, till from a cliff
A sentry challenged near,—
Though what the challenge or reply
No mortal man may hear;
We only know that for a sign
Each drooped his dexter ear.

26
Whate'er it meant, the “old man” checked
His onward course thereat,
Dropped Bill, and dragged him by the wrists
A cross a wooded flat,
To where the KANGAROO-GEMOT
In full assembly sat.

27
Ringed by the fathers of the tribe,
Surrounded yet alone,
The Bossaroo superbly posed
Upon a granite throne—
A very old “old man” who had
Four generations known.

28
Upon his mournful eye the woes
Of all his race were writ;
Yet age and sorrow had not dimmed
His majesty a whit;
And, oh, his metatarsal bones
Displayed the real grit!

29

Nor unattended sat the sires;
Behind them crouched their mates;
Nor kangaroos alone composed
The Congress of the States,
But all proscribed marsupial breeds
Had sent their delegates.

30
Lo, at a signal from the boss
The serried ring gave way,
And through an opening in the throng
The captor dragged his prey,
Bowed to the chair, then called to aid
A strapping M.L.A.

31
And thus, betwixt a double guard,
The prisoner found his place;
And all around were wrathful eyes
Without a gleam of grace;—
One wild concatenated scowl
Was focussed in his face.

32
Now hitherto poor Bill had been
As dumb as dumb could be,
But at that pandemoniac scowl
His struggling tongue got free;
He lifted up his voice and cried,
“Oh, please, it wasn't me!”

33
A tumult rose; but with a sign
The boss the riot checked,
Then cleared his throat and bade the guard
The prisoner's clothes inspect:—
“Ay, ay, Sir!” came the prompt reply,
Or words to that effect.

34
They spake the language that was heard

While yet the world was young;
And he who knows it knows all speech
That out of it hath sprung:—
(With compliments to Dr. Hearn,
It was the Aryan tongue).

35
And should you ask how Bill was up
To every word they said,
And how such antiquated lore
Had got into his head—
'Twas his pre-natal memory
That served him in such stead.

36
They searched the prisoner's clothes, and first
They brought the pipe to view,—
For though it is a mystery
To me as well as you,
It is a solemn fact that Bill
Had stuck to it all through.

37
Then one by one his poor effects
Were collared by his guards,—
Peach-stones, fig-chew, a catapult,
A greasy pack of cards,
A half-cut cake of cavendish
(Prime quality—Gaujard's);

38
But when from out a leathern sheath
A blood-stained knife they drew,
All round the court, from hand to hand,
They passed it in review:
Each sniffed the blade in turn, and each
In turn said—“Kangaroo!”

39
And last, a printed document
Their simple souls perplexed:

Each eyed the paper learnedly,
And passed it to the next;
But not an Aryan of them all
Could even guess the text.

40
At length they summoned to their aid
An old and learnèd clerk,
Who, as tradition told, had been
With Noah in the ark—
Though possibly tradition here
Had overshot the mark.

41
And while a murmur of applause
Through all the Congress ran,
Bowed with the weight of many years
Hopped forth that gray “old man,”
Mounted his ancient spectacles,
Sneezed thrice, and thus began:—

42
“Whereas it is expedient to
Encourage the destruc-
tion of marsupial animals—
(Sensation and a ruc-
tion in the court, with groans and cries
From joey, doe, and buck)—

43
“Be it enacted therefore by
The Queen's most Excellènt
—er—Majesty—er—by and with
The advice and the consent
Of Council and Assembly of
Queensland in Parliamènt—

44
“In the construction of this Act—”
But here arose a sort
Of interruption from the Right,

Betwixt a cough and snort;
While from the less fastidious Left
Came cries of “Cut it short!”

45
Then clause on clause, with careless haste,
The learnèd clerk despatched;
But when he read, “The scalps when shown
Must have the ears attached,”
The whole assembly rushed the guard
And at the prisoner snatched.

46
But when the reader raised his voice,
And thus gave forth the sense,
“For kangaroo scalps ninepence each,
For wallabies' three pence,”
Division rose amongst his foes,
And stayed their violence.

47
For those at ninepence each, elate
At such a mark of fame,
Drew back, and left the threepenny mob
To do the deed of shame;
But the low-quoted wallabies,
Disgusted, dropped the game.

48
Bill strove to speak; his voice was drowned
With catcall, groan, and hiss,
Until the Bossaroo, with slow
Judicial emphasis,
Said, “Capias-nisi-prius—Boy,
What say you to all this?”

49
Then silence feel upon the peers,
And on the threepenny mob,
The while this wicked little boy
Said, snivelling through a sob,

“Oh please, I never done it, sir—
No, never; sepmebob!

50
“I am a gentle orphan boy,
Nor never jines no row:
My father is a tributer,
My mother keeps a cow:
We always lives respectable:
We tries it, anyhow:
The bill as that old bloke has read
I never seen till now;
And that 'ere blood 's on that 'ere knife
Since father killed the sow.”

51
Then spake the Boss:—“The quality
Of mercy is not strained;
Yet there is still a point or two
We'd like to have explained,
Ere we absolve you from the charge
Whereon you stand arraigned.

52
“But since the law is merciful,
And hastes not to condemn,
If witnesses to character
Exist, go, fetch us them:
The court will sit to-morrow night
At nine fifteen, p.m.

53
“And since without your father's pipe
You dare not home return,—
(Our ancient brother with the specs
Has twigged the whole concern;
And, truly, what he doesn't know
Ain't worth your while to learn):—

54
“And further, since the oath of man

Is but of scant avail,
And few like Regulus return
Spontaneously to jail—
(My fit is coming on; I feel
The symptoms in my tail)—
We will dispense with oaths, and keep
The meerschaum as your bail.

55
“To-morrow—(oh my vertebrae!)
To-morrow night at eight,
At the Wheal Edith, by the flume,
A corp'ral's guard will wait;
These shall escort your witnesses,
Blindfolded. Don't be late.

56
“And this remember—(oh my joints!)—
Not one of all the race
Whose leaders boss this scalping job
May stand before my face;
The witness of a Britisher
Will prejudice your case.

57
“Now he who brought you will reverse
The process—(oh my toe!)—
Your downward path is up above,
Your upward down below:
Stand not upon the order of
Your going, sir; but go.

58
“And take this for thy dowry, boy,
‘Existence is a sell,’
I once was bitten by a dog,
Since which I am not well.
Methinks my speech already shows
Symptoms of doggerel.”

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God

God...Come in God...God Come in god
Damn your a girl
Well, I guess the reason why I'm talkinto you tonight is because
I've been doin' alot of thinking
I consider myslf a pretty cool guy
and I've never cheated on any of my girlfriends
Well, except that on little time in Japan
I was just a kid
And that don't count right
Ahh thanks god. I knew you'd understand
WEll, I just feel likeI want to be honest with you
God, I just need a sweet bitch
You know I just need somebody not too...not too fast and not too slow
Cause I don't have it all my damn self
You know life aint easy
I just want some body by my side
to help smooth that thang out you know
At this point ,I'm not bein picky
She doesn't even have to have a big ol' ass
Something well proportioned to her body
You know a nice lil' tail you know
Wha??
you say you, you say you found somebody?
Is she cute?
So, when do I get to meet her
Ahh god your the greatest
well, I guess I'll talk to you later
Amen I'm sorry I'm sorry Alady

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.

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The reason why we are disenchanted with ourselves is because we entertain in the depths of our psyche a kind of vision-an anticipated vision of what we could be if we would be what we might be.

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the reason why i want to be you
is because you like to be me too

we become mirrors then
i to you
and you to me

what i do you shall do
and what you do i shall do too

it happens all the time
and all the people in the neighborhood
talk and laugh

about this mimicry
they call it crazy

we look like a melon cut into
perfect halves

how boring, how nauseating
because you are still a woman
and i have remained my own man

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Mutuality Galore

the reason why i want to be you
is because you like to be me too

we become mirrors then
i to you
and you to me

what i do you shall do
and what you do i shall do too

it happens all the time
and all the people in the neighborhood
talk and laugh

about this mimicry
they call it crazy

we look like a melon cut into
perfect halves

how boring, how nauseating
because you are still a woman
and i have remained my own man

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No Reason Why

There's no solution, nothing we can prevent,
Says the spokesman for the government.
To help the little girl and her condition,
Although it is a sad situation.
So unless you are a famous daughter and son,
For want of money, your operation will be done.

Left to a king, from a foreign land,
To donate, to lend a hand.
No, no reason why,
Why this girl should die.

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Ours not to reason why

you don't know what to say
you don't know how to play
this crazy little game
if you are tired to think
if you are confused to decide
stop search and calculate
don't be understood, just trust it

what the hell people stare
how much they truly care
about our secret desire
if you dare to be a little bit selfish
if you want to be a little bit spoiled
just jump and do what you can
ours not to reason why

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Isn't That The Reason

Why should you undo what has been done?
And if you could...
Why would you?
Who learned from the experience?
Did the process make any sense?
And if it did not...
A thought upon a mind was dropped,
To be not forgotten!
And isn't that the reason,
Someone had to do something?
If it had not been you...
Would you have been left wishing,
For more or less understanding?
And who would be there to fully comprehend?
As long as the action was taken...
Let time clarify the motive.

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The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

I don't know the reason why I seem to need a release
I can't stand to beg for favors like a child on his knees
But I won't go on a minute 'til I get me some peace
On the road to Armageddon
I done things I'd be ashamed to see in black and white
There are times I miss distinctions over wrong and right
But I'm gonna get an answer when I get there tonight
On the road to Armageddon
It's the wrong world
I must be on the wrong planet
I been checkin' it out
And I know what it's all about
Mr. and Mrs. Universe
In their cabin in the sky
She's a little bit of heaven
He's one hell of a guy
And like all suburban couples they may have a spat
But that is that
It's back to normal
And it's your night to feed the cat
Let us raise a glass
And we'll drink a toast
And the devil will dance
With the Holy Ghost
And the good and the wicked
The strong and frail
They will all join hands
At the end of the world

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I'm Gonna Have A Little Talk

I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus
When I get home tonight
Gonna tell him all about my troubles
And I know he'll make them right
Then I'll ask him to forgive me
For the things that I've done wrong
Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home
This world can be a struggle
Just livin' day to day
You'll run into the devil
With every step you take
I seen his face a hundred times
As he tried to lead me wrong
He don't understand
That I don't walk this road alone
I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus
When I get home tonight
Gonna tell him all about my troubles
And I know he'll make them right
Then I'll ask him to forgive me
For the things that I've done wrong
Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home
Lord said I could call on him
When ever I feel low
Any time or place I needed him
He would gladly go
My life has not been perfect
No matter how I try
But he's never turned his back on me
And that's the reason why
I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus
When I get home tonight
Gonna tell him all about my troubles
And I know he'll make them right
Then I'll ask him to forgive me
For the things that I've done wrong
Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home
I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus
When I get home tonight
Gonna tell him all about my troubles
And I know he'll make them right
Then I'll ask him to forgive me
For the things that I've done wrong
Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Tonight when I get home
I'm Gonna have a little talk with Jesus
Ton

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The reason behind

Why thoughts are pushing me to the corner?
Why that stage has approached me sooner?
The creator of universe may be clever
He has not given permanent stage to any one forever

It suggests that I must calm down
Leave all worldly pleasure and go down
Take no more responsibility and think fresh
Release the control over property and cash

I had collected it over long years
With great struggle and through tears
I had sweated in noon and gathered little by little
It had given me some respite at the end to settle

It was nice to feel with whatever I had
I was able to provide them house and bread
With good education and long carrier to enjoy
There was no room for complain or cause to annoy

Now I had realized that birds had powerful wings
They had everything on hand to dance and sing
"Was I coming in their way" this thought puzzled
I could not sleep properly that day and it troubled

So far they had shown no discourtesy
I was given everything and they obeyed too
There was no room for putting mistrust
But I had to act fast and it was must

I knew that day may come one day for me to quit
If I do it willingly then all members may greet
If I fail to distribute equally then it may create imbalance
So I decided to give it in everybody's presence

"Dear sons and daughters" I had called them in my room
I have given you enough of freedom to grow and groom
It is now your turn to share the responsibility
Relieve me from this burden and handle it with your capability

They saw the reason behind
As there was nothing unusual to find
It was all agreed amicably
I heaved a sigh and breathed happily

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