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by Alexipharmic

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Love 03:59
Lost in a haze of sunshine and rainbows Clear blue skies in the arms of this angel I thought love was a myth found in fantasy And since I had no armor that no princess would dance with me But well, well, what little I knew And every cliché I ever heard was true See I grew up a cynic thinking that love would pass me over The weight on my shoulders gone the instant that I held your Hand inside mine, if I died I’d go smilin I’ll be god damned, I’m no longer an island The only place I’m hidin’s down below your equator The tropic of this Capricorn, hell I live to make your Legs buckle and shake no matter what it takes The song that you make’s beautiful when not fake You saved this troubadour from checkin out of the show And made me feel like a person, just thought you should know That when I looked into your eyes I could see the sunrise Every doubt I’ve ever had moved aside and died Life gets a new purpose when someone else believes In the dreams I pursued, no one saw but me Seems heaven and enlightenment merged together Proved forever, whatever the weather I’d never worry anymore cause that’s what love do Some dudes won’t say it, you should know that I loved you They say distance makes the heart grow fonder But fuck that. Distance makes lies and disguises start to foster Distance makes the eyes of young minds wander Whatever doesn’t kill you can only make you stronger I gotta know – was he more man than me? Did he love as good as me? I find that hard to believe I’ll knock him out flat if that’s what you need To see you missed out on a king soon to be Now a spade is a spade and a bitch is a bitch And who you think will save in the end digs your ditch I must admit Cupid must be a Sadist Cause that son of an Anne Coulter must have made this Whole thing a game, we’re all meant to lose His arrows hurt a lot worse when they’re removed I opened up too much, maybe that’s the problem Lost loves are like assholes, we’ve all got one God must’ve run plum out of ideas He decided to bring you up from Hell to a fetus I don’t really mean this, or maybe I do Nah, I don’t cause I don’t got a thing to prove to you Who the hell you think you are leavin scars on this makeshift Shadow of a man – you’ll be sorry when I’m famous Now I’m left to face this world with a grudge From bi-polar effects of the drug called love
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PNW 02:53
PNW I was born in the North Northwest Blessed with a heart from the start cause the best Three teachers a kid could hope to request Helped give me wings when I flew out the nest So the rest of humanity was woven in a tapestry Sewn to my bones so the poems of this homegrown Snotty nosed kid did what he could to give A kiss of new life to those dying to live There’s no denying it, a product of environment Even if arguing and custody divided it Ridin out the storm cause that’s how we do it In the land of the rain where you gotta push through it Never uprooted – you’re gonna get soaked No matter what – you gotta make the most One part nurture and one part nature No question they were both my savior Chorus: No matter where I go I’m coming on home, coming on home… You can find me in the chorus and the drumbreaks Lot of words comin out, aint none fake We make reality that few come face Cause when it’s clear you can feel how the sun taste It aint all beauty the depressed grab After all it’s the land of WAMU and meth labs Angels with shattered wings addicted to the chest stab Powder their nose to be cuties in their death cabs On the way to a corner where broke sells Out for a blue top and by the hour hotels No bells for the laureate singing Sad songs and serenades, no longer believing The American Dream in a battle with demons And proletariats working for their freedom But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from this scene It’s the ugly is beautiful – know what I mean?
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Summer 04:12
They say there's fewer sounds sweeter than the tone of children's laughter It captures men's hearts - proof life ends happily ever after And at eight years old, in the sunshine, a princess Held access to the fairy tale to be her sole witness Hop scotch on the block in the hot Chicago sun Double Dutch, selling lemonade til the day was done Summer's world shone bright, despite never knowing her biological Parents that placed her in a dumpster near the hospital Nurse Jones raised her right, and did all that was possible For a woman of sixty-five that had her own life's obstacles Provided all she could afford, "a Ford" pickup and a tenement Clean clothes, food, medicine, all bought for Summer's betterment Hesitant to let her out on the sidewalk alone For fear of what was on the corner a few steps from home But seasons change and it seems to have shown She couldn't protect Summer when she was full grown Chorus: Summer breathed Winter in the chasms of her nose Spring up for passing seconds, Fall down from an overdose Sixteen, prom queen, pristine, stayed clean Never mixing with the vagabonds that rolled with dope fiends But the winds of autumn came, and like the colors that changed Summer's interests, hobbies, and priorities re-arranged Peer pressure never phased, but validation was a problem In order to stay on top she had to go to the bottom To compromising situations, giving body and soul For the goal of keeping Nurse Jones warm in the cold After six months of fighting, Miss Jones moved on Took a deep breath, winked at Summer, closed her eyes, and was gone And Summer tried to stay strong, stayed in school, fixed her focus But unpaid bills culminated to an eviction notice Now homeless and hopeless, wandered - darkness on the streets Looking desperate for a job to get her back on her feet But no one hired a 16-year old dropout with a halo So she continued the march with the other broken-winged angels Chorus: Summer breathed Winter in the chasms of her nose Spring up for passing seconds, Fall down from an overdose Now Summer's slowly dying - see Summer's soul was trying To break out of the bonds, become a sun again, shining 21, collapsed veins, powdered bloody nose, a shattered frame The remnants of her memories keep her mildly sane Summer's pastime was passin time by talking to herself Amidst the heckles of the passers-by , her muffled cries for help Fell onto deaf ears, out of the mouth of babes Came the echoed only, lonely cries no one wanted to save Though Summer's stomach showed no signs of having amniotic fluid Third trimester rolled around, and through it all she was clueless Until she woke up in the same hospital she was abandoned Being told "Push" by doctor's and the voice in her head that demanded She make it through to see the splinter in the dark A new start, new purpose, new woman, same heart And through her next 50 years of life, 'til her eventual death There was never a sound sweeter than her child's first breath Chorus: And the Fall of Summer into Winter's darkest of days Ended when Summer realized the Spring's sun-rays
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Fox News 04:20
Born with a silver spoon and a money made carriage A youth sheltered from the truth till abandoned by his parents Rupert Murdoch became a true Citizen Kane Daddy's paper inherited, put all doubters to shame Five decades, conglomerates, a network abomination Print, television, film: a neat little package Buy up all competition avoid excess baggage The empire created, the next noble pursuit Buy any willing politician with the excess loot Now in Ronald Reagan’s pocket, pushing outwards from home To Ariel Sharone and countless other leaders, to bone The middle man, working class, told what to enjoy What actions to pursue, what habits to employ Behind the scenes , Fox News, the blueprint of a fiend Eradicate free-thinking the American Dream Chorus: (2x) Fox News is sheltered up in an oil-funded palace Drink the working class’ sweat from a gold-plated chalice Oppress third-world countries through never-ending malice Now you look in my eyes and tell me you’re Fair and you’re Balanced Robert Ailes, big kahuna, set in charge of the news To pursue, the 'Right' angle, every anchor white dudes Or white women, dyed hair, no want in journalism Plan to overthrow your minds with packaged patriotism On the roster: Bill O'Reilly, nothing short of Satan's clone Grabbing ankles for pigs, we're in the "No Spin Zone" Alan Colmes: if he’s a liberal, Billy Graham is as well And Sean Hannity’s his altar boy – it ain’t hard to tell And what passes for news is simply propagandist sight Home movies of George Bush with Entertainment Tonight Breaking news around the clock on Michael Jackson’s arraignment Flak stories, flagged coffins, call Brit Hume for containment Fear mongering of terrorism, downplaying the war’s death Kill 100,000 Iraqis - portraying we’re blessed Well shit, you don’t say, the terror alert’s orange? I’ll strap C4 to my chest - bomb Fox News with my boys Chorus: (2x) Fox News is sheltered up in an oil-funded palace Drink the working class’ sweat from a gold-plated chalice Oppress third-world countries through never-ending malice Now you look in my eyes and tell me you’re Fair and you’re Balanced Demoralizing free speech and free press at the hands Of a company, that in the eighties, supported the Taliban Is under way, hulking towards us, a towering behemoth A juggernaut beyond the reach of our government, believe this It IS the government now, the media’s taken over No longer the 4th branch, choose what happens to our soldiers And the world’s grown colder, spoon-fed lies to save Face, and stay safe, and keep us knotted in our place But it’s time to break the bonds, break away from artificial Emancipate your mind, eliminate the superficial Have a backbone, for Christ’s sake, this isn’t a dress rehearsal It’s our lives, it’s all that’s given, repercussions universal Ignorance is no excuse for accepting the actions Enacted by a militia – representing crazed factions The best start to the end of the finish line to succeed Is to stand up, turn off the TV and read…read
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12 years old saw my first pair of boobs And ever since knew what I was destined to do Little I knew - the porn industry’s shady Faked orgasms, women that could never have babies And though my first kiss sucked It was enough to pitch a tent and get my boxers in a bunch And recess and lunch was the time to place trust In your crush’s best friend, almost always got you crushed Tough in high school, dudes were bustin girl’s hymens I just sat back as a fool lovin rhymin Girls became whores and guys became pimps Even though those pricks had nothing over six inch dicks And ignorance ran amuck as teacher’s backs turned On girls that got fucked and disallowed them to learn So in town they got stuck as their lives fires burned And died into the night forced to watch the world turn Chorus: And sex is a beautiful, beautiful thing Unless STD tests cloud up your dreams And sex is a beautiful, beautiful thing Lest we neglect repercussions that our actions may bring… They say a girl’s first time helps determine her future A guy’s first time makes him confident or neutered Horror stories passed of getting off before getting on And bustin inside only to find the condom gone So there I was frozen, blood rushing out my head Down to my other head at the site on my bed Asking the little man in my pants to stay down Which made it harder than a Catholic priest at a playground I said to hell with it and got down to business After two hours snowed more white stuff than Christmas Didn’t tell my friends not to try to be modest That girl was my friend, to me she was a goddess And if anything happened I would fight to the death To protect her right to choose to introduce another breath Into the world, when it’s said that choice is the girl’s Who’s a jewel more precious than diamonds or pearls Chorus (2x) The reason so many in our culture are perverse Is cause we’re told from birth to be sexual’s a curse Now we’re introverted extroverts in taboo trysts I’m not an expert on sex, but I’ll still dispel the myths Almost every dude adds 2 inches to his size When he’s asked in public, he don’t want to hurt his pride That’s the same reason guys go and pimp their rides Cause they despise men that don’t compensate through lies Society judges women’s sex they can’t hide So implants abound, in an effort to disguise What they’re told they have to be, like a Hollywood actress But really women who you are naturally Is more beautiful than anything molded by plastic True to yourself’s the only thing you have to be Guys are horny bastards, they’ll assume you want sex If you flaunt your breasts, so mind how you’re dressed Masturbations not a sin, kids your parents still make love Because love’s the most potent of all of nature’s drugs And parents, relax, you’re your kid’s right hand man They love you as much as their right hand, man Chorus
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I can trace the blood in my veins to before night and day coexisted Before the tectonic plates shifted Before sticks and stones were used to break bones Before the solar system coalesced to make home All grown out the belly of a supernova’s womb Father time raped Mother Earth cause we grew too soon But as the rose in the concrete proves There’s always enough room for hope to cocoon Chorus And some days…some days… I don’t know what to say… We all fade away…to another place… Watching the stars decay… Ashes to ashes and dust to creation The fall of Babylon to the birth of a nation Same moon, same sun, same stars, same steps Don’t matter the relation we’ve absorbed the same breaths Ever since time commenced, our mind’s indents Have the fingerprints of ghosts designing our sixth sense We’re meant to achieve heights thought improbable The limits we create perpetuate the obstacles Impossible is nothing if we all decide To realize potential that resides inside Of these ethereal flames interwoven as one heart beating Succeeding through seeing we’re the same being Past skipped to present, future fades to past As the hands of time rip the sand from the hourglass Write these songs cause you’ve been a part of my heart Ever since time did start
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Atefah 03:58
You were born in 88, never made it past your sweet 16 It seems dreams don't trickle down to peasants from queens But please understand my habeebatee Words can't communicate what you mean to me Life aint supposed to be a misery and mystery It sickens me to think that you'd be lost into history Until I die we fly to infinity I'll be sure the world knows… When your mother died at five in a sudden car crash Your life was divided in the little shards of glass You tried to hide it but these scars will last It's hard to grasp another star collapsed Your dad looked for visions of your mom in his arm When he should've been looking in your eyes all along Not realizing dawn when the sunrise is gone So I do my best to right wrongs in this song Hassan came along as a glimmer of hope When your grandparents treated you like a ghost And a hermit turned butterfly when love bloomed But you weren't allowed to date so it had to cocoon Innocence stripped at the hands of Ali Darabee when you tried to break free Until I die, we fly to infinity I'll be sure the world knows If the moral police were really doing their job They couldn’t have claimed to use Sharia Law In the name of Allah, humanity and innocence You were too jameelah in and out for imprisonment 1 secret kept, 3 years of abuse 1 prison sentence, 1 rope and 1 noose 1 hundred lashes for confessing the truth 1 little girl too pure for this world I can see you in my mind's eye as you fly by And I'd reverse time on Hahji Rezhi If I could find how to rearrange the stars Move space and time, break you out of your bars Wipe the tears from your face, sew up your scars Stop the whole human race in place for what they carved Until I die, we fly to infinity I'll be sure the world knows Life is to be loved (and) love is to be lived (And) You went to the light (and) you were just a kid They do what they did cause they could see the spirit in ya You stood up for yourself, you were life's taliba Real woman fighting back when they tried to hide this Voice for the oppressed in a world of laryngitis Close your eyes with the knowledge you saved A million other girls from an early grave Atefah, you can now close your eyes Spread your wings to the skies Atefah, you didn’t die in vain I'll get this to change
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Freedom 03:32
We say we want answers, but we don’t ask questions Moving to depression and they call it a recession Most important election of our lives til the next one Fighting wars dyslexic with pre-emptive redrum Kill half a mill Iraqis by shooting from Apaches Just so our president can make his pappy happy We were outraged at his first term And elected him again so he could watch the world burn What’ve we learned in the last eight years With a media machine that plays on our fears Controlled by mogul vandals so the channel is clear And tell us that they’ve given us what we wanna hear I can’t disagree. We eat it all up Driven by the dollar and in god we trust Gorge ourselves on gossip til our stomach goes bust And we say it’s their fault, but that blame is our crutch For what we don’t want to face. That in the mirror’s face Is a part of the problem for the cradle coffin rat race Leaving our affairs and equation in a sad state The solution is simple, just add grace To action and compassion to advancing this place There’s not enough grains in the hourglass to waste Still we point the finger, outraged at the crime rate Then twiddle our thumbs and hit refresh on myspace. What have we become? We’re numb to the pain Of our sisters and brothers trying to maintain Do we only care about the person in the frame That’s hanging on the wall and count on others for change? Instead of making change we put on Lil Wayne And toss around more names for status than The Game And complain the reason that America’s in chains Is the main man in power who we’ve given the reigns Socialized insurance by buying AIG And won’t socialize healthcare though it’s the same thing And the government bailed out Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac Wouldn’t bail out Katrina’s houses cause they’re black Claim racism is a thing of the past That’s as true as denying economic gaps And the math is 5% own 90% of it And it happens cause 95% of us are letting it So we ball up a fist and shake it at the heavens And get pissed that history hasn’t taught us lessons Instead of fixing what we can with our hands today We write theme music for the world’s decay Use em to change the channel from Darfur’s dead To Dancing with the stars and Britney’s shaved head Click the Numa Dance and right-click a blog Like the window to this world’s what leads us to god Maybe it’s an escape to help us get through And I can’t be mad at you cause I do that all, too. But there’s more than this – it aint what it seems Can either face reality or float through a dream And the truth aint pretty but it’s what we need To see the beauty here less we’re living in a smoke screen And they say sex sells, and I can’t deny this Eight year old girls dress like Miley Cyrus Who dresses like she’s 25 to reinforce the message That breasts is what’s important and the rest is just sexless Which seems to mean it’s worthless so we don’t see past the surface To flaws and abnormalities which make the person perfect If life is a play and we don’t get past the curtain All that we’re doin is perpetually rehearsin. And I’m hoping that a change gon’ come But hope without action don’t save one So before I’m done with this journey to freedom Cliché it may be, change starts with me, son.
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Charlie 04:31
Froze. What do you say? When you're told you've only got a couple months Until today fades away, and tomorrow won't wait And the fate we all face leaves no way to escape Faith tested. But grace is what's left with one another And that's the best gift to be blessed with The end is taken care of, you can focus on the present Live a life called to ac-tion manifest love as we all go pass-in I went in for a physical And didn't think too much of the ritual And spring was taking over for winter That's when I got the news about the tumor in my liver Some things happen, no reason And none of us know when we’re leavin But I believe in this fragile vulnterability's Responsible for giving us the beauty of freedom I don't know the meaning of this journey But part of me feels the joy is in the learning And asking the questions and taking the steps To work before rest, peace into love left and respect in breaths A lot of life left, but it's time to move on I've truly been blessed by every new dawn The best testament to those who've gone Is take their best message and add it to a new song Chorus Lift your voice to the rafters Make magic from the moment we capture Leave beauty in the sweet hereafter It goes and it goes it goes and it goes, on… Smile. What can you do? But give thanks and praise divine time that is Given to you and make the most as it flies Another day floats on by, life fully lived why when we learn to die World imperfect, but that's not the final verdict We can plant a seed and see it bloom if we work it And even though we can't fix it all We can move to improve, and change no matter how small Is still change. It's still progress. And sometimes it'll feel like nonsense But chin up regardless, you're making a difference And life is your witness. I'm so humbled to be given The chance to go in peace and serve everyone livin Grateful for this life since beginnin Even though it didn't go exactly as envisioned The trial's all part of the magic Can never be perfect, for we don't get practice But we're all sewn together in this fabric Cut from the same cloth, infinity spanned it And my life was a stitch on the whole And even though I know it's my time to let go It's about us, not me Your love set this song...free...
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Ambition 03:54
All he ever wanted was a little bit of happiness He thought it came from the game played on mattresses The fame gained from the record alchemists And the life lessons earned to learn what true magic is Still about a mil from framed records So that’s enough for him to reframe perspectives On what the true definition for success is Looks to the rest like this how the best live So the stress is getting heavy Eye on the storm in the fifth ward’s levy Children in Uganda in wars turn deadly He feels guilty for every single ending That aint fairy tale, which is almost every spawn That’s in this world, including those gone Does what he can, not enough to write wrongs So he sits down and writes these songs (come on) Back to the lab again, to the pad and pen Do the math and subtract off the has from been Cause he’s yet to be, so aint past tense Glad since last breath means the dreams cast went Back out the grasp of the ambitious starfighter Reachin through the fire while he’s preachin to the choir On a quest to fight desire place the next behind, see The path draw backward til the shadow’s blinding But he just wanna flow like him Rock a show packed to the door like them Wonder why he hasn’t even though he spend Half his life sitting in the waiting room, then It’s time to wake up, but hard when envy Keep him in its vice grip, trying for the ending Worried that he might slip down every rung Of the ladder that we climb before the journey run’s done Breath, step, right, left Nose to the grind and shoulder to the wheel Diggin in the heels on the slippery slope Acrobat avoid tying noose from the tight rope Chorus Eyes on the prize to find blue skies And scribe sunshine to burn what he despise Eyes on the prize to find blue skies And scribe sunshine…scribe sunshine… x2 He’s only livin cause he wants to make it better And the mission he envisions could make him live forever It’s now or never whether he wants to believe it He’s succeeded if the world’s a little better when he leaves it Twenty-four years from the fetus to the present He aint ever spoke a word unless he really meant it Never had a fear of being copacetic Life on the fly, no time for an edit Never let it take away his 20/10 vision Livin with a plan no blind ambition Decisions made riskin his ability for wishin If he never catch a break he’ll still go fishin Opportunity’s no door to door salesman If it never knocks he won’t let that fail him Sailin on the winds of change cause that’s the only constant That remains, he aint pick his only option Eyes on the prize to find blue skies And scribe sunshine to burn what he despise Eyes on the prize to find blue skies And scribe sunshine…scribe sunshine… All he ever wanted was a princess to live with He looked for it in the eyes of a mistress Love to lust in the quest for a quick fix Walk around town like he thinks he’s mister big shit He aint got enough left to give this Revolution power so he holds up a split fist One supports and one’s on the wish list That he hopes turn reality before his feet stick (Up) through the earthworms and the rose blooms He aint found how the butterfly cocoons When everything’s got a spot in the waiting room Consumed by his shadow in the light of the moon So he tries to leave it all when it’s high noon And free from the bandits on horizons that loom Before he knows he’ll be in his tomb Riding out of Dodge cause there ain’t enough room
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Life 03:23
This is our lifetime and there’s no time to fake it Take it back when it’s been stripped away, it’s up to us to make it Don’t mistake that as permission to degrade Other people cause humanity is really at stake This is not a dress rehearsal - no promise of the pearly gates Spend each minute livin – you can rest at your wake If sleep is the cousin of death, life’s brother is awake Every second that a new dawn breaks We arrive into this world eyes open wide They must stay so to let the beauty pour inside The window to your soul as a single pane frame Light works both ways, we all play the game The reason that we’re here, sacrifices made The legends of the past on the sphere paved the way Today is all that’s promised and it’s never coming back The future’s enigmatic, it stays like that We can either stay trapped or acknowledge the fact That death’s breathing down our back like a hypo in hazmat Flashback days, you danced in the sun’s rays Child with a shoulder turned to the nay-says Dreams are beacons for a head in the clouds Knowledge of arrival keeps the feet on the ground Stand proud amongst doubts, return to your essence Your clear-headed fearlessness, pre-adolescence Chorus: Strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is all just a dream Strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is all just a dream Strange as it seems, sometimes it seems life is all just a dream And if it is I’ll sleep forever in the beauty that it brings (2x) And every second that elapse on this eventual path Is a chance to grasp at eternal presence that lasts To freeze sand in the glass in the moments that pass And kick death in the ass, keep the future from the past Everything you’ve wanted in this journey will be yours Cause everything you’ve needed’s right there on the course And the destination’s here, have zero remorse If opportunity went knockin on heaven’s doors …and remember to breathe As mechanics leap quantumly at light speed Life needs nothing more than to understand lessons Don’t have answers - rhetorical questions Meaning that you find is what you decide To echo on through eternity what you leave behind This design’s not immaculate, but discover you Are no less cosmic than the stars or the moon Now’s the only moment in the process promised To hell with burning out – shine bright like a comet And understand that the voyage can be cold And in the end you’ll leave how you came in, alone And nothing’s ever gone, nothing disappears They just attain a new definition of “here” There’s no need for fear, the finish don’t exist As lips breathe life when the sky’s bliss is kissed Chorus

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A collection of 12 handpicked Alexipharmic tracks from 5 albums - from Run to present. Also includes a Bodi bonus track, "Simpleman."

As of 3.1.11, I changed my name to Bodi after 10 years of writing as Alexipharmic. Hope you'll stick with me over at bodi.bandcamp.com

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released May 1, 2011

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Alexipharmic Fort Collins, Colorado

Alexipharmic no longer exists. He makes music under the name Bodi. But here's his old bio:

Born and raised in Port Angeles, WA, before moving to Los Angeles, Alexipharmic immersed himself in the world of hip hop via YO! MTV Raps and cassettes of 2Pac, Nas, and Biggie, before picking up the pen at 13 and working to forge his own path. That journey has led him around the US multiple times.
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