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Reply Sat 29 Jul, 2006 05:58 pm
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Simply The Best
Tina Turner - Lyrics


I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire
You come to me, come to me wild and wild
When you come to me
Give me everything I need
Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams
Speak a language of love like you know what it means
And it can't be wrong
Take my heart and make it strong baby
You're simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead In your heart
I see the star of every night and every day
In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away
Just as long as I'm here in your arms
I could be in no better place
You're simply the best, better than all the rest
Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met
I'm stuck on your heart, and hang on every word you say
Tear us apart, baby I would rather be dead
Each time you leave me I start losing control
You're walking away with my heart and my soul
I can feel you even when I'm alone
Oh baby, don't let go
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 29 Jul, 2006 06:03 pm
Try, my man, I love Tina, especially her rolling songs:

Proud Mary Lyrics

Y' know, every now and then
I think you might like to hear something from us
Nice and easy
But there's just one thing
You see we never ever do nothing
Nice and easy
We always do it nice and rough
So we're gonna take the beginning of this song
And do it easy
Then we're gonna do the finish rough
This is the way we do "Proud Mary"

And we're rolling, rolling, rolling on the river
Listen to the story
I left a good job in the city
Working for the man every night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleeping
Worrying 'bout the way things might have been
Big wheel keep on turning
Proud Mary keep on burning
And we're rolling, rolling
Rolling on the river

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis
Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans
But I never saw the good side of the city
Till I hitched a ride on a riverboat queen
Big wheel keep on turning
Proud Mary keep on burning
And we're rolling, rolling
Rolling on the river

If you come down to the river
I bet you gonna find some people who live
You don't have to worry if you got no money
People on the river are happy to give

Roll on, sister.
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Sat 29 Jul, 2006 06:30 pm
The Irish Rover
Traditional

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover.

We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides,
We had four million barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs,
Seven million barrels of porter.
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails,
In the hold of the Irish Rover.

There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for his set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk
As he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
And he sailed in the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost it's way in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and the captain's old dog.
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor dog was drowned
I'm the last of the Irish Rover
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 29 Jul, 2006 06:39 pm
Wonderful, Try. I love the ethnic songs, and you changed the pace.

How about a little traditional Hispanic music, folks.

Hispanic Folk Song:



De la Sierra Morena,
Cielito lindo, vienen bajando
Un par de ojitos negros,
Cielito lindo, de contrabando

Coro:
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Canta y no llores,
Porque cantando se alegran,
Cielito lindo, los corazones

Pajaro que abandona,
Cielito lindo, su primer nido,
Si lo encuentra ocupado,
Cielito lindo, bien merecido

Coro

Ese lunar que tienes,
Cielito lindo, junto a la boca,
No se lo des a nadie,
Cielito lindo que a mi me toca

Coro

Si tu boquita, morena,
Fuera de azucar, fuera de azucar,
Yo me lo pasar'a,
Cielito lindo, chupa que chupa.

Coro

De tu casa a la m'a,
Cielito lindo, no hay mas que un paso,
Ahora que estamos solos,
Cielito lindo, dame un abrazo.

Coro

I would translate it, listeners, but the English verse is confusing. Confused
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sat 29 Jul, 2006 07:21 pm
Prima Louis
Buona Sera

Buona Sera, signorina, buona sera
It is time to say goodnight to Napoli
Though it's hard for us to whisper, buona sera
With that old moon above the Meditteranean sea
In the mornin' signorina we'll go walkin'
When the mountains help the sun come into sight
And by the little jewelry shop we'll stop and linger
While I buy a wedding ring for your finger

In the meantime let me tell you that I love you
Buona sera, signorina kiss me goodnight
Buona sera, signorina kiss me goodnight

(scat)

repeat 1st verse

repeat chorus
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 29 Jul, 2006 07:44 pm
Hey, Texas. Love goodnight song for Letty. Thank you, Texas.

Goodnight all.

From Letty with love
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 04:28 am
Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. Wow! I must have been really tired last evening as I just reviewed my answer to edgar. Shocked

I'll do better today. Let's begin this Sunday with a poem.


The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
"Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
The Tavern shouted --- "Open then the Door!
"You know how little while we have to stay,
"And, once departed, may return no more."

Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose,
And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the Water blows.

And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!
"Red Wine!" --- the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers t'incarnadine.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly --- and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

-- Omar Khayyam
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Raggedyaggie
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 08:52 am
Good morning, WA2K.

Just love that Omar, Letty.

For today:

1818 - Emily Brontë, English novelist (d. 1848) and her only novel (my favorite movie Very Happy )

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and
Paul Albert Anka, OC (born July 30, 1941, in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada) is a Lebanese-Canadian singer and songwriter.

Early life
He began singing as a child, first starting in the St Elijah Syriac Orthodox Church choir in Ottawa. As a student at Ottawa's Fisher Park High School he was part of a trio called the Bobby Soxers.[1].

Early success
Encouraged by his parents, at age 14 he recorded his first single, "I Confess." In 1957 he went to New York City where he auditioned for ABC, singing a lovestruck verse he had written to a former babysitter, Diana Ayoub. The song, "Diana", brought Anka instant stardom as it rocketed to number one on the charts. "Diana" is one of the best selling 45s in music history. He followed up with four songs that made it into the Top 20 in 1958, making him one of the biggest teen idols of the time. He toured Britain and then, with Buddy Holly, toured Australia.

His talent went beyond singing, writing Buddy Holly's giant hit, "It Doesn't Matter Anymore," the theme for Johnny Carson's Tonight Show, Tom Jones' biggest hit record, "She's A Lady", and the English lyrics for"My Way," Frank Sinatra's signature song and sung by many well known artists, including Greta Keller, for whom the words were very fitting.

In the 1960s, Anka would begin acting in motion pictures as well as writing songs for them, most notably the theme for the hit movie The Longest Day. From his movie work, he wrote and recorded his monster hit, "Lonely Boy." He then went on to become one of the first pop singers to perform at the Las Vegas casinos.

Comeback
After more than ten years without a hit record, in 1974 he teamed up with Odia Coates to record the number 1 hit, "Having My Baby." They would record two more duets that both made it into the Top 10. In 1975, he wrote a jingle for Kodak called The Times of Your Life. The jingle became so popular, he recorded it as a full song, and it became a hit a year later.

By the 1970s, Anka's career centered around adult contemporary and big-band standards, played regularly in Las Vegas. On September 6, 1990, he became a naturalized citizen of the United States. He returned to his home town to buy a part of the Ottawa Senators hockey team.

In 1999 he visited Lebanon for sell-out performances at the Forum de Beyrouth (The Beirut Forum).

Recognition
Paul Anka was elected to the Canadian Music Hall of Fame in 1980. He has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6840 Hollywood Blvd. In 1991, the Government of France honored him with the title "Chevalier in the Order of Arts and Letters". He was appointed an officer of the Order of Canada in 2005.

On the WB show Gilmore Girls, Lorelai named her new dog Paul Anka. He also made a guest appearance as himself in the episode "The Real Paul Anka", which aired April 11, 2006.

Paul Anka recently did a live session on Live @ The Orange Lounge playing songs from his new cover-CD Rock Swings.

Notable rap artist Jay-Z featured his vocals on the track "I Did it my Way" on The Blueprint 2: The Gift & the Curse album in 2002.

He became infamous amongst musicians (and more recently to internet users) for a mid-70's after-show tirade which was secretly recorded by a "snake we later fired" (Anka: Fresh Air interview). The diatribe, in which Anka berates his crew and band members, has spawned a number of in-joke references and quotations, the main ones being: "The guys get shirts", "Where's Joe?", and "Slice like a hammer." It can be heard here [2]


Marriage
He was married to Anne De Zogheb, the daughter of a Lebanese diplomat, from February 16, 1963, to September 28, 2000. Anka met Anne De Zogheb, daughter of Count Charles de Zogheb, in San Juan, Puerto Rico in 1962. Of French and Egyptian descent, she was a fashion model on assignment and under contract to the Eileen Ford Agency. They were married the following year in a ceremony at Orly Airport in Paris. His wife gave up her modeling career after they married. They have five daughters: Amelia, Anthea, Alicia, Amanda (who is married to actor Jason Bateman of TV's Arrested Development), and Alexandra (who is married to former professional cyclist Jorg ("Jogi") Mueller, now PR Manager for Lance Armstrong's team).
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 09:09 am
Well, folks, I cannot believe that it is Emily's birthday today. Our Raggedy is very delighted to be able to show us that marvelous movie. Love it as much as Omar, PA.

I guess we had better play a song by Paul, then. I am totally surprised that he wrote all those melodies for other folks.


Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear
Won't you kiss me once, baby
Just a kiss goodnight, may be
You and I will fall in love

People say that love's a game
A game you just can't win
If there's a way
I'll find it somebody
And then this fool with rush in

Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear
Tell me, tell me that you love me too.

Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, baby
Put your head on my shoulder
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 10:00 am
I was a Paul Anka fan in the 50s and 60s. I still like him, even though I can't listen much to his present day singing voice . . .


You Are My Destiny
Paul Anka

You are my destiny
You share my reverie
You are my happiness
That's what you are

You have my sweet caress
You share my loneliness
You are my dream come true
That's what you are

Heaven and heaven alone
Can take your love from me
'Cause I'd be a fool
To ever leave you dear
And a fool I'd never be

You are my destiny
You share my reverie
You're more than life to me
That's what you are

You are my destiny
You share my reverie
You are my happiness
That's what you are
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 10:08 am
Welcome back, Texas. The lyrics to Paul's song are lovely, but I cannot recall ever having heard him, so I can't comment on his voice, however, an answer to your "destiny" by a child of same:

Artist: Destiny's Child Lyrics
Song: Emotions Lyrics

It's over and done
But the heartache lives on inside
And who's the one you're clinging to
Instead of me tonight?

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart

In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotion taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
Lost in the song
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darling
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight

I'm there at your side,
I'm part of all the things you are
But you've got a part of someone else
You've got to find your shining star

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart

In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotion taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
Lost in the song
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darling
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart

In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotion taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
Lost in the song
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darling
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
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sublime1
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 10:18 am
Just wanted to say Happy Birthday to a hometown blues legend.

BUDDY GUY:

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Quote:
Buddy Guy (born George Guy, July 30, 1936 in Lettsworth, Louisiana) is an American blues music and rock music guitarist, as well as a singer. Known as an inspiration to Jimi Hendrix and other 1960s blues and rock legends, Guy is considered as an important exponent of Chicago blues made famous by Muddy Waters and Howlin' Wolf. He has influenced both widely known and local blues guitarists. He is the father of female rapper Shawnna.

Guy is known for his showmanship; for example, he plays with drumsticks and walks into the audience whilst playing, the latter being a gimmick he picked up from a local blues guitarist at an early age (joining or leaping into the audience has also long been common in both American popular and gospel music, as in the earlier work of Big Jay McNeely or the Dixie Hummingbirds).

Guy grew up in Louisiana where he learned to play guitar. In the early 1950s he began performing with bands in Baton Rouge. Soon after moving to Chicago in 1957, Guy fell under the influence of "Mighty" Muddy Waters. In 1958 he won a record contract with Artistic Records after beating the West Side guitarists Magic Sam and Otis Rush in a competition at the Blue Flame Club. Soon afterwards he recorded for the Cobra label.

In the early 1960s, Guy was a session guitarist for Chess Records. He recorded on Junior Wells sessions for Delmark Records under the pseudonym Friendly Chap in 1965 and 1966. His career took off during a blues revival period in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and was sparked by Eric Clapton's request that Guy be part of the '24 nights' all-star blues guitar lineup at London's Royal Albert Hall and Guy's subsequent signing with Silvertone Records.

Notable albums include Stone Crazy, Damn Right I've Got The Blues, Feels Like Rain, Blues Singer, Buddy's Baddest: The Best Of Buddy Guy, and Junior Wells' Hoodoo Man Blues.
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sublime1
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 10:19 am
You damn right, I've got the blues,
From my head down to my shoes
You damn right, I've got the blues,
From my head down to my shoes

I can't win, cause I don't have a thing to lose

I stopped by my daughters house
You know I just want to use the phone
I stopped by my daughters house
You know I just want to use the phone

You know my new grand baby came to the door
And said, granddaddy you know ain't no one at home

I said now look out

You damn right, I've got the blues,
From my head down to my shoes
You damn right, I've got the blues,
From my head down to my shoes

You know I can't win, now people, cause I don't have a thing to lose

Alright

You damn right, I've got the blues,
You damn right, I've got the blues,
You damn right, I've got the blues,
You damn right, I've got the blues,
Yeah
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 10:28 am
sublime, Welcome back, dear. What an great bio, buddy. Unfortunately, I am not familiar with Buddy Guy, but that song is great. Thanks, Chi. <smile>

So, folks. It's back to the blues. Nothing is more blusey than St Louis, right?

I hate to see that evening sun go down,
I hate to see that evening sun go down.
Cause my baby, he don left this town.

Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today,
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today.
Gonna pack my suitcase, and make my get away.

I got the Saint Louis blues just as blue as I can be,
Oh, Lord.
That man's got a heart like a rock down in the sea,
Down in the sea.
Or else he would not have gone so far from me.

etc. Razz
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 10:29 am
Sublime
There is a hangout for the young in downtown Tomball. They have lifesize statues of the Blues Brothers, which they always set on the sidewalk during business hours. Then they got lazy and put them on the building's awning permanently. Now, the paint is peeling and the surface is cracked badly on both figures. Makes me sad.
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sublime1
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 10:34 am
So THATS how you treat Chicagoans down there! :wink:
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 11:27 am
Speaking of "treat" folks, how about the treat of the Mississippi mud:

Dean Martin - Mississippi Mud : .




When the sun goes down the tide goes out

The people gather round and they all begin to shout

Hey hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud

It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud



What a dance do they do

Lordy how I'm telling you

They don't need no band

They keep time by clapping their hands

Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud

When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud



Lordy how they play it

Goodness how they sway it

Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim

How they pound the mire with vigor and vim

Joy the music thrills me

Boy it nearly kills me

What a show when they go

Say they beat up either fast or slow



When the sun goes down the tide goes out

The people gather round and they all begin to shout

Say hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud

It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud



What a dance do they do

Lordy how I'm telling you

They don't need no band

They keep time by clapping their hands

Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud

When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud



When the sun goes down the tide goes out

The people gather round and they all begin to shout

Hey hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud

It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud



What a dance do they do

Lordy how I'm telling you

They don't need no band

They keep time by clapping their hands

Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud

When the people beat their feet

When the people beat their feet

When the people beat their feet

On the Mississippi mud
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 11:33 am
Interesting take on that song, Letty. In M*A*S*H* TV series, the man who came back a few years later to play Colonel Potter was a general who had "lost it." When he told a black soldier to sing something, as the people gaped, Harry Morgan began singing that song. He was shortly taken away for observation, never to return.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 11:43 am
Hmmm, edgar. Guess I missed that episode. Don't quite understand it, neither.

And, listeners, the inverse of which is Blazing Saddles. Wish I could remember the great jazz tune the black dudes sang when asked to do something of a folk ilk or genre. Nothing sacred with Mel Brooks, thank goodness.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Sun 30 Jul, 2006 11:50 am
It was a Nat King Cole song. Don't recall which one.
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