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<p>I made a lyric page for my inner cover for my wanna-be cd and thought I'd post it on my blog. I figured someone might be interested in something they see or think it was a cool idea and try it for their tunes. I was mainly just bored.</p><p>• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •</p><p>LYRICS by THE ERIK JURADO EXPERIENCE:</p><p><span><strong>RIDE ON</strong></span> take your time and feel the vibe get into the rhythm if you open your mind open it wide i'll take you to the moon rules don't apply so dare to defy and take it to the limit the longer you ride the deeper inside you'll get into the tune a journey for freedom of thought is good reason to light up this candle c'mon get up and go exercise imagination feeling spacetime sensation the best things in life aren't really ever that complicated ride on we'll ride on wanna see what's at the edge of forever listen for the gravitational pull transmit the pictures ride on i'll do my best to lead you where your mind senses its freedom you may decide to take your own ride choose any place or reason and a true open mind won't be predefined by dogmatic baggage experience heavenly blissful peace or even hell if you like to scream a journey for freedom of thought is good reason to be on your way if you wanna get up and goexercise imagination feeling spacetime sensation the best things in life aren't really ever that complicated ride on just ride on are you ready for your trip through forever i'll listen for your sound waves i wanna hear what else is out there ride on i'll do my best to read the signals from your voyages of freedom take some time feel the vibe get into the rhythm i see you've opened your mind opened it wide how did you like neptune rules don't apply we dare to defy and take it to the limit the longer we ride the deeper inside we get into the tune a journey for freedom of thought is good reason be out on our way so let's get up and go exercise imagination feeling spacetime sensation the best things in life aren't really ever that complicated ride on we ride on ever wonder why we trip through forever maybe cause we realize that we don't have all the answers ride on i'll do my best and keep on riding to experience new paths of freedom <span><strong>BEE</strong></span> she doesn't need to believe in silly dreams like the teens she knows they turn to screams she's had it rough had enough i don't suggest you test her cause she'll call your bluff she doesn't ask for much she's always filling in time and just the thought of her touch i feel my temperature climb that's my girl that's my girl that's my world can't wait to see her tonight tonight i've seen her glow at a show the only way to describe it is i feel her feel the vibe that's how i know yeah i know the only girl around that likes it fast and likes it slow she never needed a man don't even need me my only hope to make it right is leave her bee that's my girl that's my girl she's my world she's coming home right now you better believe she'll be speaking her mind she listens to all my shit when i need to unwind that's my girl that's my babe she's my world she's on her way right now right now can't wait to see her tonight tonight she's seen me weak knows my flaws she's seen me snap and break the laws but when i needed an inch she was there with a mile nothing seems to matter once i see her smile that's my girl that's my babe she's my world she's coming in right now that's my girl that's my babe that's my bee<span> <strong>I DON'T KNOW AND I DON'T CARE</strong></span> instrumental <span><strong>KEEP ON RAINING</strong></span> cancel all of my plans for the day the wind blows cold clouds are so gray i feel the rain is on the way i hope it's here to stay i love a rainy day wash today down the drain rain keep on raining rain i love the rain keep on coming down all day oh yeah i hope it keeps on raining wash the day down the drain hear the tapping on my window pane sound is comforting easing my brain getting out of my bed such a strain instead i think i'll remain i love a rainy day wash all the stains away rain keep on raining rain i love the rain keep on coming down all day oh yeah i hope it keeps on raining until the stains wash away <span><strong>CAPABILITIES BEYOND CONTROL</strong></span> live for next life not me once tried thought twice couldn’t leap time is right now for me free minds think twice not sheep true nature andan open mind all answers within reach unless the signal weakens by the static that they preach question all theories truth is easily identified research and reason superstitions subside takes time takes trial makes right soon find not blind renews sight make peace with fire and burn bright own mind roam time so hone tight we each have capabilities connects us each within our souls each universal spirit dreams of meaning freedom and a superseding sense of control question all theory truth has no reason to hide research and reason all you need for the ride on a trip within the mind beyond the patterns and designs stare so deep and fall inside there's a light within divine ask the questions seeking light rise above the wrong and right understand that inner sight spans all space and time seek the world you hope to find dreams are elaborate and sublime don't ever stop just keep on trying until your spirit flies until it flies and it'll fly until you fly and you will fly don't ever stop just keep on flying we each have capabilities connections deep down in our soul we're universal spirits armed with capabilities beyond all control question all theory believe in color not just black and white research and reason i fucking do it every day and night always question what they say choose whatever games you like to play never feel lonely when you share healing starts when you show you care i can't imagine any other way i never knew another way no other way <span><strong>MORNING JAM</strong></span> instrumental <span><strong>NOTHING PERSONAL, BUT... </strong></span>sometimes i need to shout to let my feelings out when life leaves me in doubt some find nowhere to blend so hard to find a friend figure time to pretend play a big shot to an amateur lot so hard to get caught no one can tell the game that you sell i like how you spell critiques you claim as light don't really shine that bright most seem to just incite so let's see what you can do can you play the kazoo i'll give you a nice review listen big shot i don't admire you a lot or the lessons that you taught what made you come here did you have a bad year next time you should try beer blah blah blah blah blah blah constructive criticism blah blah blah blah blah blah can't anybody take the heat blah blah blah blah blah blah i am bulgarian beat a very successful european promater whatever the hell promater is i know you have the right to say what you might can't you be decent too most learn that when they're six a lesson learned that sticks nobody likes you pricks c’mon big shot you're put on the spot let's see what you got put up a song show me i'm wrong or is it too difficult i hope someday you see a cooler way to be and you can be set free in the mind not the mouth probably won't be too soon probably won't make a tune so safe and so immune c'mon big shot i put you on the spot let's see what you got put up a song don't need to be long prove me wrong blah blah blah blah blah blah freedom of speech man blah blah blah blah blah blah i have the right to say what i want bulgarian beat has the right to say what he wants about any song because after all i am a very successful music promater i still don’t know what promater is whatever i've wasted too much breath you're probably all full of meth that stuff can cause you death c’mon mr le chef god knows you're not tone deaf c'mon put up a song let's see what you can do so big shot i put you on the spot let's see what you got put up a song it don't need to be long and prove me wrong can you hear me big shot what the hell have you got i'm putting you on the spot let's see what you do can you play the kazoo i'll give you a nice review oh bobby you're getting so good on the kazoo you played mary had a little lamb uh very nice don't worry about those couple of notes you missed in the middle it could happen to anyone keep your head up young guy attention all planets of the solar federation attention all planets of the solar federation attention all planets of the solar federation we have assumed control we have assumed control we have assumed control <span><strong>OCHO</strong></span> i am a good person i i i i i i i i i i me me me me me me hahahahahaha yeah wooo <span><strong>INNER THOUGHT PROCESSES</strong></span> instrumental <span><strong>A PRAYER FOR EVERYONE - EXCEPT JIMMY</strong></span> held a grudge after our fight all day my mind was scheming decide to ask for peace with all my might that cold winter evening sacred request and a purposeful slight should ease this childhood seething a prayer for everyone in the world to be safe from all the evil except jimmy not jimmy don't save jimmy the main intent was to indict and laugh as he's weeping went to bed filled with delight turned away from his pleading but still something just wasn't right as the darkness was seeping i prayed that everyone in the world would be safe from all that's evil except jimmy not jimmy then i went to sleep that night couldn't get it out of my mind all i could think of was his plight i was sure he was screaming had to do something to make this right once i imagined the bleeding that's when i changed the prayer that i recite gotta start the healing a prayer for everyone in the world to be safe from all the evil even jimmy yes jimmy don't forget about jimmy you can't forget about don't you forget about tell me you won't forget jimmy <span><strong>SLEEPING</strong></span> slowly fading through thoughts invading been uneasy since my dreams have been hazy as i'm sleeping the dreams come near the moment before they reach me i swear they disappear i want what i can't get in my sleep i won't let this be my mind's meant for me and i will never stop believing in it all i need is a piece of time and leave all my problems behind see what i want to see i can be who i want to be and do the things i love to do my friend you'd be there with me too when reality's against me no one ever gets me the dreams i'd remember but they're not there they're not there morning waking how long will i take it no dreams to ease me so nothing ever frees me until i see you sleeping before the dawn starts creeping you look so peaceful and in that moment i feel so tranquil i love to see you at peace when you dream i need to let you be who you are so you can dream so free it's been my only peace of mind and in that piece of time all my problems are left behind while you see what you want to see when you're who you want to be all those things you love to do my friend you take me there with you and since reality's against me no one ever gets me the thoughts of you dreaming help ease the despair no despair <span><strong>AMERICA IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS</strong></span> such shallow minds can be so blind the things they say give them away while those in need who gotta feed denied by greed no way the right is wrong our time is long and things should change today to think a person can be so cold just as if their heart's been sold to me the heart's worth more than their gold when many face each day with no way to meet their basic needs we must try help them replant those seeds provide them with a little relief the right view others' life as so cheap america is not what it seems no one knows that i pray in my own way best kept inside for me to bide not on display and everyone deserves some sun everyday seek those ray some find the light through darkest of skies or warmth in which our comfort relies radiate the mongers of hate this melting pot destiny's what makes our country so great we must seek domestic tranquility baby ever look in eyes of the free the light in them reminds me to see america still has its dream life is rich life's a **** so find your niche the game is played a price is paid then soon we fade way too quick may not seem fair but when you care you'll be amazed feel love and praised our country is at war with itself let's re-define our personal wealth don't be misled by popes kings or queens or republicans the senator's apology's obvious for all to see what they believe that's g o p policy fight for corporate rights can you believe they're selling out majority america's being robbed by the rich through oil war deceit and fear so let's take this country back just ask the axis he knows everything <span><strong>HAND IT OVER</strong></span> time heals all pain i recall somebody once told me i have myself to blame accepting what they sold me assistance cuts means taking back control and purpose they want me off my ass seek my own social service this first request begins with standard procedure reach for the sky welcome to my first adventure there's no way around it hurry hand it over i'm collecting tax directly from the well refined try not to look so aghast let's get this over too late trying to make me change my mind door to door in search of friends when i was younger i learned how capable i am to feed my hunger life gets tough it's up to me to make mine better a mental coat would fit me cozy like a sweater last year my part time job's cut claimed i burden the nation now i'm private sector and i'm helping job creation i'm tired of being called the bad guy fucking hand it over i'm not cold and callous but look in these eyes i hope you're not refusing help i need for my family that's all i needed to hear now you can say goodbye13 years of time invested in my education 14 schools i figured i'm an aberration finally came a time to stop making connections cause when they're gone they always felt just like rejections i testify through time with drinks and medication these bills are due i need some cash for compensation business that profits courts exempt them of their crimes now i'm in business and i'll trade your dollars for my dimes wise last second decision turning everything over now i bet you're wondering about that pain inside i'll level with you off the record now our transaction's over relax and take some shots of whiskey it will heal in time <span><strong>DROWNING</strong></span> drifting wading patience fading splashing sinking struggling drinking drowning i'm drowning plunging choking vision broken wishing trying gasping dying i'm drowning i wish that i could see your face just once again i'm drowning again i just can't pretend i'll be saved it's too late though i tried must be fate don't have what i need i'm ironically freed guess i lost no big deal once i drown i won't feel drowning drowning drifting wading patience fading splashing sinking struggling drinking drowning i’m drowning i'm going down to drown i'm down i'm going down <span><strong>MR. BILL</strong></span> mr bill mr bill why do they squash you and crush you and mush you and smash you and all you can say is oh no why do you sit there and take it why don't you get them back and make them pay for smashing the dough mr bill mr bill how many times do you get killed don't let them smash you or mash you or bash you and don't forget ahhhh <span><strong>BLOW ME AWAY</strong></span> we live our lives within a breadth of time we make the best of what we've got even if it not a lot last night the wind was blowing cold i felt a chill take hold left me empty inside as i was buried in thought we all make our own mistakes even chances we didn't take sometimes these lessons learned become who we are since we're the ones who are left to live our lives with these scars everything that we choose some we win some we lose and what might be right for me may not be right for you i know the opposite is also true so please don't think i'm blaming you i really wish you wouldn't take offense to the things i say so when that cold wind hit me yesterday i knew there was nothing i could say nothing i could do the one who blew it must be me because everything's all up to you those cold winds keep coming around they blow so cold i shiver from the sound last night they even brought me to my knees only the thought of seeing your face again kept me from the depths of its freeze i'd give my life to be with you through time cause without your touch i'm really not much and with those winds all around i know my end is confound since the cold from the emptiness drive me insane i thought you'd be here with me everyday now there is nothing i could do nothing i could say if this decision were left to me i'd ask please come home today just come home today i need you here with me those cold winds keep blowing through they blow so cold but what can i do i can hear them blowing through the trees if i knew you believed in me it would keep me from the freeze <span><strong>DAWN OF A NEW DAY</strong></span> blazing the earth's on fire my world's ablaze wasted mesmerized i can't help but gaze i'll make the best of what i got i've gotta take a shot i'm gonna keep rollin' on maybe i'll reach the dawn illusion our dreams weren't meant to be obtained confusion sometimes i don't know what i'm saying make the best of what you got or take another shot if you keep rollin' on you're gonna reach the dawn rough times never last here comes the dawn of a new day they'll be buried in the past with our **** ups and our mistakes push life's ugliness away at the dawn of a new day nature creates the beauty it destroys pressure to understand yet keep your poise you can settle for what you got or take another shot if you feel like rollin' on just gotta reach the dawn rough times never last here comes the dawn of a new day they'll be buried in the past with our **** ups and our mistakes push life's ugliness away every dawn of a new day i gotta find a better way i gotta see a better day agitation can't let bad thoughts weigh on your mind eradication the dawn will leave today behind we can settle for what we got or take another shot either way we're rollin' on until we reach the dawn rough times never last here comes the dawn of a new day they'll be buried in the past with our **** ups and our mistakes the ugliness begins to fade at the dawn of a new day i gotta see a better day </p> <p>• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •</p><p>THESE SONGS WEREN'T INCLUDED ON THE CD:</p> <p><span><strong>WHAT HAPPENED, SON?</strong></span> it's a tragedy when somebody ends their own life especially at a young age this was the last day in the life of kyle kubachka what happened, son sweet relief cold steel in my hand sweet relief inside the chamber will i have the courage to send myself to some other land as i lie all alone i wonder my life's not going the way i planned i'm finding it hard to cope everybody's tell me it's temporary there's no hope i wish that i could share this burden that lies deep within that i long for a place warm without a care a place where i can fit in tears would pour out of my eyes if i tried to explain don't blame yourself though that time never came i am loved and will be missed i know this to be true i just can't stop myself what am i to do this life is strange and difficult on the other side it's easy it's gotta be easier than this i want release from the unrelenting pain i feel this has to be done as soon as possible so my cherished loved ones the clock strikes three it's time for me to soar goodbye kyle you will be forever 19 in the hearts and minds of your parents your family and all of your friends goodbye <span><strong>THINK AGAIN</strong></span> before you ruin everything because your mind has blown your first mistake would be to drag me with you down that road think again there's gotta be a solution think again does it matter who's wrong think again don't need to add to the tension don't need to wreck your head so you better think again i see your situation is beginning to erode i won't stand by and watch you chip away at others' goad think again you gotta find a solution think again can you admit when you're wrong think again don't put the blame on a scapegoat yeah i see that you struggle everyday the same thing can't keep pointing at others even if they are to blame by assigning a scapegoat problems don't get solved and don't be surprised when these relations dissolve think again inaction to the comments facts and gossip misconstrued responsive triggers giving value self-respect subdued think again they'll push away at your buttons think again don't want to give them control think again just disconnect your emotion don't let them wreck your head so you better think again yeah just cause i don't respond to your last words that doesn't mean i concede the argument i make my own rules for the game i rise above think again then seek a higher plane so keep perspective don't let confrontation change your mood it shows you understand a self-respectful attitude <span><strong>LIES, LIES, LIES</strong></span> i won't listen there's always something wrong i feel there's something missing no signs of truth just words made up as alibis i get so tired of listening to lies lies lies i'm not perfect i'm lazy drink too much i'm immature i curse and such but if i hurt you i'll apologize and i'll mean it too if your way to make it right is put words in disguise i call those lies yeah i'm not listening to any more of your lies lies lies politicians corporate pigs religious phonies brokers it's so ironic that they advertise that they're so righteous patriotic bible thumping educated fetus loving family value market pumping just ask any orphan that you meet a single mother vet or drifter on the street i hope you'll listen whenever something's wrong and something ever missing here's a word of truth for you that i advise it's so obvious we'll see it in your eyes don't be like those i despise those motherfuckers spreading lies lies lies <span><strong>ABSOLUTION WITHIN</strong></span> wonder why i can't explain memories left inside my brain changes happening every day a change watching my loved ones drift away i'm absolutely alone my friend don't know when my time will end the only thing it seems should matter to me is being myself and free you too have the freedom to find what you need yes you do daydreams once came easy to me yesterday when we were running free sometimes thinking back to those days realize our memories turn to haze i'm absolutely alone in this world spend my time misunderstood by my girl i just can't help being myself sorry babe if you feel your life's on a shelf babe we tried and if we're really done with this ride our absolution within's justified time will be the only judge of me yes it will my mind showed some pictures to me lifetime supposed to wait and see sunshine always seems to burn me that's fine alone i'll face the journey i'm absolutely alone in this place wandering through time as i'm spiraling through space since i'm alone most of everyday it's pretty clear to me that i just gotta please the only person i know who sees yet doesn't mind who i am yeah that's me if you change your mind you know where i'll be yes you do</p><p>• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •</p><p>I don't know if this is even considered a blog, unless a blog is a collection of things that you have written during different time periods over the past 18 months that you have gathered to present in a single document so you can post it for all to read because you are extremely bored. If it is, then I'm good. If it's not, go ahead and call the blog police, I don't give a damn! LMFAO!!!</p><p> </p><p><em><strong>ERIK JURADO</strong></em></p>
<p>F U C K : Obscenity must be in the mind of the beholder.<span><br /> </span>I must have been 5 years old when I became aware of the word FUKC. It was displayed in paint over our couch in the living room of our home. I saw the word about a dozen times EVERY DAY. Wake up, go to the kitchen for breakfast, look up – FUKC. After breakfast, go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, look up – FUKC. Get dressed to go outside, walk to the front door, look up - FUKC. Return home, open the front door, hey, look - FUKC. At least a dozen times each day in the years 1970 to 1973 – FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC, FUKC. Each 12 to 15 inch, black, bold, serif letter was capitalized. The letters popped out of a bright, heavy-textured reddish/orange background. The generic representation shown in the jpeg (if I remember to include it) doesn’t have the same intensity as the actual painting that demanded attention. How can a five year old resist becoming attached to this word.I was unsure of the meaning the entire time we lived in that house. Although, I figured out different applications of its use. I remember some of the parties my parents had back then. Bands in the living room, the smell of pot, drinks, a jumbo bag of popcorn, and the FUKC painting. Coincidently, about every adult used the word FUKC. I knew exactly what they were saying and what they were talking about... they were saying FUKC that’s the word on our painting. They must be enjoying our company, home, living room, PAINTING. Yes, we are very proud of it. Furthermore, I could bet anybody in that room any amount of money that I knew how to spell it – I was very confident that I was socially on their level, I liked the FUKCin' popcorn like the adults, Jimi Hendrix was FUKCing amazing to me also, I didn’t smoke – but I did enjoy the smell, oh yeah - we are all aware of the word FUKC -and I even knew how to spell it by heart. It is spelled F-U-C-K in case you didn’t know.<span><br /> </span>I always strived to be like those hippies that produced me. I tried as hard as I could to stay awake all night with the adults. I was a lightweight and somehow always fell asleep sometime before the end of the night. I'd always be disappointed in myself. That has actually carried over into adulthood for me - but that's a story for another day. Anyways, I would get up early the next day and look through the records littered throughout the living room. Whenever I got to the album with the naked ladies, Electric Ladyland by Jimi Hendrix - (naked ladies is just as "adult" as FUKC, right?), I would stack both albums on the record player and lay between the speakers eating leftover popcorn and fall back to sleep. I felt I could do what adults could do – I was only smaller than them but pretty much just like them - in my mind. <span><br /> </span>I do remember being unsure about the context I could use the word myself... I didn’t want to say it in the wrong context in front of anyone because that could negate any progress I had accumulated in my confidence in hanging with adults, and I liked where I felt I was at socially. My ignorance of the word led me to pay attention when the word was used so that I could possibly figure out what it meant – and I knew I could do it too, I had learned a lot just by looking and listening.I did have some experience hearing the word. I always thought I was a loud word.<span><br /> </span>"FUKC!"<span><br /> </span>I would hear my parents shout FUKCS to each other...“FUKC YOU!”“FUKC YOU TOO!”Then doors would slam. Front door, bedroom door, car door, Volkswagon Beetle starting up and then screeching away... "FUKC" was definitely a loud word.<span><br /> </span>That’s probably why each of the letters F-U-C-K were each capitalized in the painting. I still wasn’t too sure of the meaning, but I was breaking new ground. I guess anyone could remember the 4 letters used to spell FUKC, but now, I had evidence that proved FUKC was also a very loud word. It was shouted as though it were some kind of ultimate weapon. FUKC is a powerful word. My mom and dad both had the same sense of power as they bombed each other as a final resolution to their disagreement. FUKC is loud. FUKC is powerful.<span><br /> </span>Could I dare use the word to end a disagreement between myself and the kids that play outside?“Can I have your green Hot Wheel?” “You can’t. It’s mine.” “So, I want it. I love green Hot Wheels.” “Go buy your own.”“I want THAT one.” “NO!” “FUKC YOU!!!”It still doesn’t feel right. I may have liked the green Hot Wheel, but it wasn’t mine. I knew better than to be a bully. And what, now I have nobody to play Hot Wheels with. Forget it. (FUKC IT! hahaha) Then, one day my mother was on the phone. Right when she hung up, she rushed over to the painting, took it off of the wall, hid it in the closet of her bedroom, and put one of our other paintings in its place...<span><br /> </span>•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••<span><br /> </span>to be continued (upon request from at least one person):“WHY ARE YOU TAKING THE FUKC PAINTING DOWN AND HIDING IT BEHIND THE DOOR?” “WHAT THE FUKC IS GOING ON???”<span><br /> </span>•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••<span><br /> </span>I am tired, and will continue the story upon request only... I don't mind wasting my time, but if I'm going to type it up I need to know that somebody out there is at least reading it.<span><br /></span></p>
<p class="Body">I was remembering a darker side of myself... </p><p class="Body"> </p><p class="Body">We lived in Pomona, California and I went to an after school program immediately after enrolling in my 3rd different school that fourth grade school year. For the 3rd time in a year I had to make friends. Compound that with the end of the school year and there you'll see the desperate situation I found myself in... so I needed to come up with something big to attract the sense of importance and it had to be big. </p><p class="Body">I started my own gang. I called it the CHEETAHS and explained to the other kids how we would we practice running every day so we'd be fast. Here is what made us different... we would be helpful one day - like picking up litter and helping out teachers... then the next day we would go to the fields and cuss, talk about girls, light matches & burn things. My theory was that if anyone told on us doing bad things or if they found out that something "accidentally" caught on fire, we'd be the first ones off the hook since we were seen as "the good kids."</p><p class="Body">So I recruited 3 other kids who thought it sounded fun.There were a couple of heart-pounding moments - like a fire that almost got out of hand - we weren't those "4 dopey kids trying to fill the day being helpful" that the teachers thought we were... CHEETAHS were wild. crazy, jungle animals that no sane human being could comprehend! It ended almost as quick as Cheetahs... not sure what that means, but it sounds like it should make sense. After my dad got a job 30 miles away I had to disband these fierce predators, since I couldn't keep my position as gang leader because I couldn't afford to take care of myself. Ever since the day we left, I always believed that kids needed to get their ship together!</p><p class="Body">The day we moved to Redondo Beach, California was a day that evil lost a piece of its history. Life could have been brutal had my dad stayed put. </p><p class="Body"> </p><p class="Body">SINcerely,</p><p class="Body">ERIK </p>
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