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The sky is blue | posted on 07-20-2001 @ 8:24 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Oct. 00  | If you can just get your mind together uh-then come on across to me We'll hold hands and then we'll watch the sunrise From the bottom of the sea But first, are you experienced? Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh? Well, I have (Well) I know, I know, you'll probably scream and cry that your little world won't let you go But who in your measly little world, (-uh) are you tryin' to prove to that you're made out of gold and-uh, can't be sold So-uh, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? (-uh) Well, I have Uh, let me prove it to you, yeah Trumpets and violins I can-uh, hear in the distance I think they're callin' our name Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will, ha-ha, if you just take hold of my hand Ohhh, but are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 07-20-2001 @ 10:06 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | I am all over this thread. The morning is dead and the day is too There’s nothing left here to lead me, but the velvet moon All my loneliness I have felt today It’s a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, alone Now the smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall It really doesn’t, it really doesn’t bother me too much at all It’s just the eh ever falling dust that makes it so hard for me to see That forgotten earring laying on the floor Facing coldly towards the door And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone Burn! Yeah, yeah Lonely, lonely, lonely Loneliness is such a drag! So here I sit to face that same old fireplace Getting ready for the same old explosion Going through my mind And soon enough the time will tell About the circus in the wishing well And someone who will buy and sell for me Someone who will toll my bell And I continue to burn the same old lamp, alone Yeah Darling, can you hear me calling you? So lonely Gotto blow my mind Yeah, yeah Lonely, lonely . . .  Telling people their desire Satan's sitting there, he's smiling Watches those flames get higher and higher Oh no, no, please God help me! | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 1:47 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Purple Haze was in my brain, lately things don't seem the same, actin' funny but I don't know why 'scuse me while I kiss the sky. Purple Haze all around, don't know if I'm coming up or down. Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me. Purple Haze was in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night, you've got me blowing, blowing my mind is it tomorrow or just the end of time? last time, the insects got me, but  This message was edited by fbdlingfrg on 7-21-01 @ 1:49 AM | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 1:48 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Aaaah, good thread!! Manic Depression's touching my soul, I know what I want, but I just don't know how to go about getting it. Feeling, sweet feeling drops from my finger, fingers Manic Depression's captured my soul. Woman so willing the sweet cause in vain, you make love, you break love, it's-a all the same when it's... when it's over. Music sweet music, I wish I could caress, caress, caress. Manic Depression's a frustrating mess. Well, I think I'll go turn myself off an' go on down. Really ain't no use me hanging around. Oh, I gotta see you. "The Wind Cries Mary" After all the jacks are in their boxes, and the clowns have all gone to bed, you can hear happiness staggering on down the street, footprints dress in red. And the wind whispers Mary. A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life. Somewhere a Queen is weeping, somewhere a King has no wife. And the wind it cries Mary. The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed, The tiny island sags downstream 'Cos the life that they lived is dead. And the wind screams Mary. Will the wind ever remember The names it has blown in the past, And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom It whispers, "No, this will be the last." And The Wind Cries Mary.  This message was edited by WoundedAngel on 7-21-01 @ 1:51 AM | ||||
| The Painter 1/2 a bottle of Jack Daniels... it's a cure-all | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 8:12 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | This is one of my fav's CASTLES MADE OF SAND DOWN THE STREET YOU CAN HEAR HER SCREAM "YOU'RE A DISGRACE" AS SHE SLAMS THE DOOR IN HIS DRUNKEN FACE AND NOW HE STANDS OUTSIDE AND ALL THE NEIGHBOURS START TO GOSSIP AND DROOL HE CRIES "OH GIRL, YOU MUST BE MAD WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SEET LOVE YOU AND ME HAD" AGAINST THE DOOR HE LEANS AND STARTS A SCENE AND HIS TEARS FALL AND BURN THE GARDEN GREEN AND SO CASTLES MADE OF SAND, FALL IN THE SEA EVENTUALLY A LITTLE INDIAN BRAVE WHO BEFORE HE WAS TEN PLAYED WAR GAMES IN THE WOODS WITH HIS INDIAN FRIENDS AND HE BUILT A DREAM THAT WHEN HE GREW UP HE WOULD BE A FEARLESS WARRIOR INDIAN CHIEF MANY MOONS PASSED AND THE DREAM GREW STRONG UNTIL TOMORROW HE WOULD SING HIS FIRST WAR SONG AND FIGHT HIS FIRST BATTLE BUT SOMETHING WENT WRONG SURPRISE ATTACK KILLED HIM IN HIS SLEEP THAT NIGHT AND SO CASTLES MADE OF SAND MELTS INTO THE SEA EVENTUALLY THERE WAS A YOUNG GIRLS WHOSE HEART WAS A FROWN BECAUSE SHE WAS CRIPPLED FOR LIFE AND COULDN'T SPEAK A SOUND AND SHE WISHED AND PRAYED SHE WOULD STOP LIVING SO SHE DECIDED TO DIE SHE DREW HER WHEEL CHAIR TO THE EDGE OF THE SHORE AND TO HER LEGS SHE SMILED "YOU WON'T HURT ME NO MORE" BUT THEN A SIGHT SHE'D NEVER SEEN MADE HER JUMP AND SAY "LOOK A GOLDEN WINGED SHIP IS PASSING MY WAY" AND IT REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO STOP IT JUST KEPT ON GOING AND SO CASTLES MADE OF SAND SLIPS INTO THE SEA EVENTUALLY  This message was edited by The Painter on 7-21-01 @ 8:18 AM | ||||
| SweetAngel | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 9:53 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | Told me a story yesterday about the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea and when it was time for her to leave she spread her wings high over me and said I shall return tomorrow and I said fly on my sweet angel fly on through the sky fly on my sweet, sweet angel tomorrow I shall have you by my side sure enough this mornin' came to me silver wings silhouetted against the golden rose of today's sunrise and the angel she bent down and told me you'll never have to worry about this place just wipe your weepin' eyes I'll take you where you've never been, you can fly I looked around and I thought fly on my little angel fly on through the sky fly on my sweet angel tomorrow I'll be by your side I got my wings to fly  | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 11:31 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Voodoo Child(Slight Return) Well, I stand up next to a mountain And I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I stand up next to a mountain Chop it down with the edge of my hand Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island Might even raise just a little sand 'Cause I'm a voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet time I'll give it right back to you one of these days I said, I didn't mean to take you up all your sweet time I'll give it right back to you one of these days And if I don't meet you no more in this world Then I'll, I'll meet you in the next one And don't be late, don't be late 'Cause I'm a voodoo child Lord knows I'm a voodoo child I'm a voodoo child  | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 2:33 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | Is that the stars in the sky or is it rain falling down? Will it burn me if I touch the sun, yeah, so big, so round? Will I be truthful yeah, in, eh, in choosing you as the one for me? Is this love, baby, or is it, uh, just confusion? Oh, my mind is so messed up, Goin’ round and round. Must there be all these colors? Without names, without sound, baby? My heart burns with feelin’. Oh, but my mind is cold and reeling, Is this love, babe, or is it confusion? Oh my head is poundin’, poundin’, Goin’ round and round, and round and round. Must there always be these colors? Without names, without sound? My heart burns with feelin’. Oh, but my mind is cold and reeling, Is this love, babe, or is it just a confusion? Oh, you tell me baby. Is this love or confusion? Oh, we must get together and find out Exactly what were you trying to do? Love or confision? I DON’T LIVE TODAY Will I live tomorrow? Well, I just can’t say. Will I live tomorrow? Well, I just can’t say. But I know for sure, I don’t live today. No sun coming trough my windows. Feel like I’m living at the bottom of a grave. No sun coming through my windows. Feel like I’m living at the bottom of a grave. I wish you’d hurry up and execute me So I can be on my miserable way I don’t live today. Maybe tomorrow, I just can’t say. But I don’t live today. It’s such a shame to waste your time away like this, Existing. Well, I don’t live today. Maybe tomorrow, I just can’t tell you baby. But I don’t live today. It’s such a shame to spend your time away like this, Existing. Yeah, woh . . . Yeah, oh no . . . Oh, there ain’t no life nowhere. Huh, huh, damn man . . . Get experienced! Get experienced! Get experienced! Telling people their desire Satan's sitting there, he's smiling Watches those flames get higher and higher Oh no, no, please God help me! | ||||
| spe5150 | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 3:03 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | I hope this isn't against the unspoken rules, I know it's Bob Dylan's words...but it's my favorite Hendrix song to hear... Said the joker to the theif There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Business men they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None will level on the wine Nobody of it is worth No reason to get exited The thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke But you and I we've been through that And this is not our fate So let us talk falsely now The hour's getting late All along the watchtower The princess kept the view While all the women came And went bare feet servants too Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl Two riders were aproaching And the wind began to howl  | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 3:41 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | I think it's alright. It's an excellent song! | ||||
| fbdlingfrg wow, my name looks odd without 5 lines of type below it in bold and purple and red G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S. Red Wings Captain Cecil JBA~Remove the Pick & Click NOW! | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 4:39 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | s'ok...jimi did it better then bob ever could last time, the insects got me, but | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 5:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Red House There’s a Red House over yonder That’s where my baby stays Lord there’s a Red House over yonder Lord that’s where my baby stays Well, I ain’t been home to see my baby, in ninety nine and one half days. Wait a minute something’s wrong here The key won’t unlock the door. Wait a minute something’s wrong Lord have mercy, this key won’t unlock this door, something’s goin’ on here. I have a bad bad feeling that my baby don’t live here no more. That’s all right, I still got my guitar Look out now . . . Well I might as well go back over yonder Way back upon the hill I might as well go back over yonder Way back down across the hill, ‘Cause if my baby don’t love me no more, I know her sister will | ||||
| Claire | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 7:11 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | Fez-great thread. NICE Though Sweet Angel - deservedly - posted my favorite!! :) Here's another beauty: Spanish Castle Magic It's very far away, It takes about half a day, To get there, if we travel by my a.....dragonfly No, it's not in Spain, But all the same, You know, It's a groovy name And the wind's just right. Hang on, My Darling, Hang on if you want to go You know it's a really groovy place And it's just a little bit of Spanish Castle Magic. The clouds are really low, And they overflow, With cotton candy And battle grounds, Red and brown. But it's all in your mind, Don't think your time, On bad things, Just float your little mind around. Look out Hang on, My Darling, Yeah Hang on if you want to go It puts everything else on the shelf With just a little bit of Spanish Castle Magic Just a little bit of daydream here and there. Hang on, My Darling, Yeah Hang on if you want to go It puts everything else on the shelf With just a little bit of Spanish Castle Magic Just a little bit of daydream here and there.  "I teleported home one night With Ron and Sid and Meg. Ron stole Meggie's heart away And I got Sidney's leg." "Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff." - singer Mariah Carey. | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-21-2001 @ 7:44 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Little Wing Well, she's walking through the clouds, With a circus mind that's running wild, Butterflies and Zebras, And Moonbeams and fairy tales. That's all she ever thinks about. Riding with the wind. When I'm sad, she comes to me, With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. It's alright, she says it's alright, Take anything you want from me, Anything. Fly on little wing. | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 12:14 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | {intro lowwed down talking begins} Star fleet to scout ship, please give your position. Over. I'm in orbit around the third planet from the star called the sun. Over. You mean its the Earth? Over. Positive. It is known to have some form of intelligent species. Over. I think we should take a look. {intro slowwed down talking ends} Strange beautiful grass of green, with your majestic silver seas Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer May I land my kinky machine? {start slowwed down} Strange beautiful, grass of green with your majestic silver seas Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer May I land my kinky machine? {end slowwed down} Although your world wonders me, with your majestic and superior cackling hen Your people I do not understand, so to you I shall put an end And you'll never hear surf music again Secret Oh, secret Oh Shhhh... Telling people their desire Satan's sitting there, he's smiling Watches those flames get higher and higher Oh no, no, please God help me! This message was edited by Brokenjaw on 7-22-01 @ 12:15 PM | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 12:22 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Fire Alright, now listen, baby You don't care for me I don'-a care about that Gotta new fool, ha! I like it like that I have only one burning desire Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire (Repeat 4 times) Listen here, baby and stop acting so crazy You say your mum ain't home, it ain't my concern, Just play with me and you won't get burned I have only one itching desire Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire (Repeat 4 times) Oh! Move over, Rover and let Jimi take over Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout Yeah, get on with it, baby That's what I'm talking 'bout Now dig this! Ha! Now listen, baby You try to gimme your money you better save it, babe Save it for your rainy day I have only one burning desire Let me stand next to your fire Let me stand next to your fire | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 5:06 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Another kick-ass song... "HAPPY NEW YEAR FIRST OF ALL. I HOPE WE'LL HAVE A MILLION OR TWO MILLION MORE OF THEM... IF WE CAN GET OVER THIS SUMMER, HE HE HE. RIGHT I'D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS ONE TO THE DRAGGIN' SCENE THAT'S GOIN' ON ALL THE SOLDIERS THAT ARE FIGHTIN' IN CHICAGO, MILWAUKEE AND NEW YORK... OH YEAS, AND ALL THE SOLDIERS FIGHTIN' IN VIETNAM. LIKE TO DO A THING CALLED 'MACHINE GUN'." MACHINE GUN TEARING MY BODY ALL APART MACHINE GUN TEARING MY BODY ALL APART EVIL MAN MAKE ME KILL YA EVIL MAN MAKE YOU KILL ME EVIL MAN MAKE ME KILL YOU EVEN THOUGH WE'RE ONLY FAMILIES APART WELL I PICK UP MY AXE AND FIGHT LIK A BOMBER (YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN) HEY AND YOUR BULLETS KEEP KNOCKING ME DOWN HEY I PICK UP MY AXE AND FIGHT LIKE A BOMBER NOW YEAH BUT YOU STILL BLAST ME DOWN TO THE GROUND THE SAME WAY YOU SHOOT ME DOWN BABY YOU'LL BE GOING JUST THE SAME THREE TIMES THE PAIN AND YOUR OWN SELF TO BLAME HEY MACHINE GUN OOOOOOOOOO I AIN'T AFRAID OF YOUR MESS NO MORE, BABE I AIN'T AFRAID NO MORE AFTER A WHILE YOUR YOUR CHEAP TALK DON'T EVERN CAUSE ME PAIN SO LET YOUR BULLETS FLY LIKE RAIN 'CAUSE I KNOW ALL THE TIME YOU'RE WRONG BABY AND YOU'LL BE GOIN' JUST THE SAME YEAH MACHINE GUN TEARING MY FAMILY APART YEAH YEAH ALRIGHT TEARING MY FAMILY APART DON'T YOU SHOOT HIM DOWN HE'S ABOUT TO LEAVE HERE DON'T YOU SHOOT HIM DOWN HE'S GOT TO STAY HERE HE AIN'T GOING NOWHERE HE'S BEEN SHOT DOWN TO THE GROUND OH WHERE HE CAN'T SURVIVE NO NO YEAH THAT'S WHAT WE DON'T WANNA HEAR ANY MORE, ALRIGHT NO BULLETS AT LEAST HERE, HUH HUH NO GUNS, NO BOMBS HUH HUH NO NOTHIN', JUST LET'S ALL LIVE AND LIVE YOU KNOW INSTEAD OF KILLIN' | ||||
| Claire | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 6:52 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Feb. 01 | Words and Music by Jimi Hendrix alive but the war is here to stay so my love catherina and me decide to take our last walk through the noise to the sea not to die but to be re-born away from a life so battered and torn.... forever... oh say can you see its really such a mess every inch of earth is a fighting nest giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things continue to rain and cause screaming pain and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red as our feet find the sand and the sea is strait ahead.. strait ahead..... well its too bad that our friends cant be with us today well thats too bad "the machine that we built would never save us" thats what they say (thats why they aint coming with us today) and they also said "its impossible for man to live and breath underwater.. forever" was their main complaint (yeah) and they also threw this in my face: they said anyway you know good well it would be beyond the will of God and the grace of the King (grace of the King yeah yeah) so my darling and I make love in the sand to salute the last moment ever on dry land our machine has done its work played its part well without a scratch on our bodies and we bid it farewell starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile before our heads go under we take a last look at the killing noise of the out of style... the out of style, out of style "I teleported home one night With Ron and Sid and Meg. Ron stole Meggie's heart away And I got Sidney's leg." "Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff." - singer Mariah Carey. | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 9:04 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | quote:Nice, WoundedAngel. That song featured what was probably Jimi's greatest playing ever. | ||||
| Brokenjaw Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!! | posted on 07-22-2001 @ 9:14 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00 | This is a more obscure Hendrix song. Well, I’m up here in this womb I’m looking all around (hmm, hmm, hmm) Well, I’m looking out my Belly Button Window And I see a whole lot of frowns And I’m wondering if they don’t want me around What seems to be the fuss out there? Just what seems to be the hang? ’Cause you know if ya just don’t want me this time around, yeah I’ll be glad to go back to Spirit Land And even take a longer rest, before I’m coming down the chute again Man I sure remember the last time, baby, they were still hawkin’ about me then So if you don’t want me now, make up your mind, where or when If you don’t want me now, give or take, you only got two hundred days ’Cause I ain’t coming down this way too much more again You know they got pills for ills and thrills and even spills, but I think you’re just a little too late So I’m coming down into this world, Daddy, regardless of love and hate And I’m gonna sit up in your bed, Mama (huh), and just a-grin right in your face And then I’m gonna eat up all your choclates (huh), and say ‘I hope I’m not too late’ So if there’s any questions, make up your mind ’Cause you better give or take questions in your mind Give it a take, you only got two hundred days Way up into this womb, looking all around Sure’s dark in here! And I’m looking out my Belly Button Window And I swear I see nothing but a lot of frowns And I’m wondering if they want me around . . . Telling people their desire Satan's sitting there, he's smiling Watches those flames get higher and higher Oh no, no, please God help me! | ||||
| WoundedAngel Absolutely spectacular, and 1337 as hell. | posted on 07-23-2001 @ 2:08 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Ants, I completely agree. Good taste! | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 07-27-2001 @ 1:36 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Sorry, I just couldn't let a Jimi thread slip down too far. Thanks, Wounded. Here's another favorite of mine (nothing like a 15-minute Hendrix song)... Voodoo Chile Well, I'm a voodoo chile Lord I'm a voodoo chile Well, the night I was born Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red The night I was born I swear the moon turned a fire red Well my poor mother cried out "lord, the gypsy was right!" And I seen her, fell down right dead (Have mercy) Well, mountain lions found me there waitin' And set me on a eagles back Well, mountain lions found me there, And set me on a eagles wing (Its' the eagles wing, baby, what did I say) He took me past to the outskirts of infinity, And when he brought me back, He gave me a venus witch's ring Hey! And he said "Fly on, fly on" Because I'm a voodoo chile, yeah, voodoo chile Hey! Well, I make love to you, And lord knows you'll feel no pain Say, I make love to you in your sleep, And lord knows you felt no pain (Have mercy) 'Cause I'm a million miles away And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame (Yeah! What did I say now) 'Cause I'm a voodoo chile Lord knows, I'm a voodoo chile (yeah!) Well my arrows are made of desire From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines Say my arrows are made of desire, desire From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines (Way down by the Methane Sea, yeah) I have a humming bird and it hums so loud, You think you were losing your mind, hmmm... Well I float in liquid gardens And Arizona new red sand (Yeah) I float in liquid gardens Way down in Arizona red sand Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue, Way down in California And the in New York drowns as we hold hands 'Cause I'm a voodoo chile Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile This message was edited by Ants in My Pants on 7-27-01 @ 1:37 PM | ||||
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