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All the structures, whether of this world or of that to come,
Jah is the architect, and the builder of them all.


Hidden or obscure Jah is familiar with
all matters and things Jah is familiar with

He is the decipherer and the construer of the unwritten pages—
The unfolder and the elucidator of all mysteries Jah is.

Hidden or obscure Jah is familiar with
all matters and things Jah is familiar with

In His one and unique nature,
Jah is infinite

Hidden And Obscure - Maria Silva

It behoveth at times to respect other's wishes, at times your own;
But your own good pleasure is not to be regarded always.
The wise concern not themselves in such matters,
In which there's constant grief, and not an hour's pleasure.

Keep an eye towards Jah; Keep an eye towards Jah;
For some thoughts are virtues, while others are sins.
For some thoughts are virtues, while others are sins.

It is incumbent on judges to administer justice;
But not to give their ears unto venal things.
Thoughts and ideas of all sorts enter into man's mind;
But it is not meet to account them all right and just.

Keep an eye towards Jah; Keep an eye towards Jah;
For some thoughts are virtues, while others are sins.
For some thoughts are virtues, while others are sins.

God forbid that iniquity proceed from any one's hands!
What affinity is there between sin and innocence—evil and good?

Keep an eye towards Jah; Keep an eye towards Jah;
For some thoughts are virtues, while others are sins.
For some thoughts are virtues, while others are sins.

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Eye Towards Jah - Maria Silva

It is not that all men are equally on a parity together;
For some are eminent, some indifferent, some vile and base.
The dignity of every one lieth within its own degree:
It idiot meet that the groom should the noble's rank acquire.

He has obtained happiness and felicity in this world,
Who in it hath acquired contentment and peace.
Contentment and peace.

I, Blessed one, neither thank, nor complain of any one;
For I have no other friend or enemy but myself.
The dominion of Solomon, for a thousand years,
Equaleth not an hour's devotion, in this world.

He has obtained happiness and felicity in this world,
Who in it hath acquired contentment and peace.
Contentment and peace.

One breath, in remembrance of the Jah is more inestimable
Than the whole wealth of the universe, in this world.

Contentment And Peace - Maria Silva

Maria Silva is a name that is quickly becoming synonymous with soulful and inspiring music. This young and talented singer from Venezuela has been wowing audiences around the world with her unique blend of reggae and jazz, which she infuses with her own personal style and flair.
Recently, Maria has been exploring new musical territory by delving into the world of poetry. Her latest project involves singing selections from "The Poetry of the Afghans," a collection of poems translated by H.G. Raverty in 1868. Specifically, she has been drawn to the works of the Sufi poet Æabd-ur-Raḥmān, whose words have inspired generations with their depth and beauty.
Sufi poet Æabd-ur-Raḥmān is famous for his spiritual and mystical poetry, which explores themes such as love, faith, and devotion to God. He was a prominent figure in the Sufi tradition, which is a mystical form of Islam that emphasizes the inner search for the divine. His poetry reflects the Sufi belief that the ultimate goal of human life is to attain union with God through spiritual purification and enlightenment. The beauty and depth of Æabd-ur-Raḥmān's poetry have made him one of the most celebrated Sufi poets, and his works continue to inspire people around the world to this day.
One of the poems that has caught Maria's attention is a powerful declaration of faith and trust in God:
"Not that His unity and individuality proceed from impuissance;
For, in His one and unique nature, He is infinite, unlimited.
They have neither need nor necessity of the friendship of others,
Unto whom my God is beneficently and graciously inclined.
Wherefore then the occasion that I should seek Him elsewhere,
Since, in mine own dwelling, my God is ever at my side?"
These words speak to Maria's own personal journey and the struggles that she has faced in her life. Through her music, she hopes to inspire others to find their own faith and to trust in the infinite power of the divine.
For Maria, music and poetry are inseparable. She believes that the words and rhythms of poetry are meant to be sung, and that through music, they can come alive in a way that transcends language and culture. Her performances are a testament to this belief, as she weaves together the rhythms of reggae and jazz with the soulful words of Æabd-ur-Raḥmān.
Maria's commitment to her craft and her passion for music have made her a rising star in the music world. With her latest project, she is poised to take the world by storm and to bring the poetry of the Afghans to a whole new audience. Her unique blend of reggae, jazz, and poetry is sure to captivate audiences and inspire a new generation of music lovers.
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My God

Sanctuary Of The Heart

Pains Of Adam

Ocean Of The Heart

All - Maria Silva

After Death

My black eyes have turned white, 
from the weeping of separation;
And again, have become coloured, 
from the blood of the heart.

Some, like unto the moth, 
cast themselves into the fire:
Some, alive, like the nightingale, 
the glowing rose upon.

I was wont to say, "Even yet, 
I will go and visit my friends;"
For I did not know that the time 
of their departure was fixed.

Some, like unto the moth, 
cast themselves into the fire:
Some, alive, like the nightingale, 
the glowing rose upon.
The abjectness of death hath come before the dead;
And the living become woe-begone, though yet in existence.

Some - Maria Silva

Whomsoever one's own affections have made abject, 
contemptible, account not;
For love is sympathy's clouds: 
as mere clouds of dust, account them not.

Indeed, love, radically, is fire; 
but as such, account it not.

At times, the curls become dark spikenards; 
at others, amber and musk:
Although they are like unto snakes, 
as such, account them not.

Indeed, love, radically, is fire; 
but as such, account it not.

One of its phases is destruction, 
whilst another is reconstruction.

Maria Silva

Love - Maria Silva

CORAZON ENCANTADO
Por lo cual, en verdad, se habían proferido vituperios contra mí,
¿Si alguien hubiera sido consciente de tus caminos arrebatadores del corazón?

Si yo fuera el arrebatador de corazones, y tú, como yo, el arrebatador de corazones,
Entonces se os manifestaría el espectáculo de mi condición.

¿Debería hablarles de la dignidad que tu amor me ha traído,
Los ángeles, todos, gritarían: "¡Oh, si también fuéramos humanos!"

Si yo fuera el arrebatador de corazones, y tú, como yo, el arrebatador de corazones,
Entonces se os manifestaría el espectáculo de mi condición.

No será igual al torrente de sangre de mis ojos,
Aunque la cara de uno, por todas partes, podría soportar cortes agudos de espada.


HEART RAVISHED
Wherefore, indeed, had reproaches been uttered against me,
If any one had been aware of thy heart-ravishing ways?

If I were the heart-ravisher, and thou, like me, the heart-ravished,
The spectacle of my condition would then be manifest to you.

Should I tell them of the dignity thy love hath brought me,
The angels, all, would cry, "O that we were human too!"

If I were the heart-ravisher, and thou, like me, the heart-ravished,
The spectacle of my condition would then be manifest to you.

It will not be equal unto the bloody torrent from mine eyes,
Though one's face, all over, might sharp sword-gashes bear.

Corazón Embelesado - Maria Silva

Many awake, are fast asleep, 
like the statue, with eyes open:
Though it regard thee with staring eyes, 
awake, account it not.

The wise are those, who confess themselves wanting in wisdom—
They who account themselves sage, as such, account them not.

The object to be conveyed by the faces of the fair,
is a certain emotion:
That which produceth not such impression, 
a face, account it not.

The wise are those, who confess themselves wanting in wisdom—
They who account themselves sage, as such, account them not.

The thorn, which is along with the rose, 
is among roses reckoned:
What matter though ’tis termed a thorn? 
as such, account it not.

Wisdom - Maria Silva

Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven,
And makes the very hills to dance with joy!
O Iover, was love that gave life to Mount Sinai, 
When "it quaked, and Moses fell down in a swoon.

The BELOVED is all in all, the lover only veils Him;
The BELOVED is all that lives, the lover a dead thing.

Did my Beloved only touch me with his lips,
I too, like the flute, would burst out in melody
But he who is parted from them that speak his tongue,
Though he possess a hundred voices, is perforce dumb.

The BELOVED is all in all, the lover only veils Him;
The BELOVED is all that lives, the lover a dead thing.

When the rose has faded and the garden is withered,
The song of the nightingale is no longer to be heard.

The BELOVED is all in all, the lover only veils Him;
The BELOVED is all that lives, the lover a dead thing.

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
https://sacred-texts.com/isl/masnavi/msn01.htm
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
Black Sea Records Ltd.

My Secrets

My Beloved

How long wilt thou be captive to silver and gold?
Though thou pour the ocean into thy pitcher,
It can hold no more than one day's store.
The pitcher of the desire of the covetous never fills,
The oyster-shell fills not with pearls till it is content;
Only he whose garment is rent by the violence of love
Is wholly pure from covetousness and sin.

Hail to thee, then, O LOVE, sweet madness!
Thou who healest all our infirmities!

Who art the physician of our pride and self-conceit!
Who art our Plato and our Galen!

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
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Sweet Madness

As ear inclines to the whispers of the tongue.
Through grief my days are as labor and sorrow,
My days move on, hand in hand with anguish.
Yet,, though my days vanish thus, 'tis no matter,

Burn Thy Bonds And Be Free
Burn Thy Bonds And Be Free

Do thou abide, O Incomparable 
Pure One! But all who 
are not fishes 
are soon tired of water;

Burn Thy Bonds And Be Free
Burn Thy Bonds And Be Free

So the "Raw" comprehend 
not the state of the "Ripe;" 
Therefore it behoves me to shorten my discourse.
Arise, O son!

Burn Thy Bonds And Be Free
Burn Thy Bonds And Be Free

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
c: Black Sea Records Ltd.

Burn Thy Bonds

Each interprets my notes in harmony with his own feelings,
But not one fathoms the secrets of my heart.
My secrets are not alien from my plaintive notes,
Yet they are not manifest to the sensual eye and ear.
Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body,
Yet no man hath ever seen a soul."
This plaint of the flute is fire, not mere air.
Let him who lacks this fire be accounted dead!
'Tis the fire of love that inspires the flute,l
'Tis the ferment of love that possesses the wine.
The flute is the confidant of all unhappy lovers;
Yea, its strains lay bare my inmost secrets.
Who hath seen a poison and an antidote like the flute?
Who hath seen a sympathetic consoler like the flute?
The flute tells the tale of love's bloodstained path,
It recounts the story of Majnun's love toils.
None is privy to these feelings save one distracted.

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
https://sacred-texts.com/isl/masnavi/msn01.htm
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
Black Sea Records Ltd.

HEARKEN to the reed-flute, how it complains,
Lamenting its banishment from its home:
"Ever since they tore me from my osier bed,
My plaintive notes have moved men and women to tears.
I burst my breast, striving to give vent to sighs,
And to express the pangs of my yearning for my home.
He who abides far away from his home
Is ever longing for the day ho shall return.
My wailing is heard in every throng,
In concert with them that rejoice and them that weep.

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
https://sacred-texts.com/isl/masnavi/msn01.htm
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
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He Who Abides Far Away

When the lover 
feels no longer 
LOVE's quickening - He becomes like a bird 
who has lost its wings. Alas! How can I retain my senses about me,


For if a mirror reflects not, of what use is it?
Knowest thou why thy mirror reflects not?

When the BELOVED 
shows not the light of His countenance?
LOVE desires that this secret 
should be revealed,

For if a mirror reflects not, of what use is it?
Knowest thou why thy mirror reflects not?

Because the rust has not been scoured from its face.

If it were purified from all rust and defilement,
It would reflect the shining of the SUN Of GOD

O friends, ye have now heard this tale,
Which sets forth the very essence of my case.

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
https://sacred-texts.com/isl/masnavi/msn01.htm
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
Black Sea Records Ltd.

If A Mirror Reflects Not

A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
The lover's ailment is different from all ailments;
Love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries.

A lover may hanker after this love or that love,
But at the last he is drawn to the KING of love.
However much we describe and explain love,
When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.

Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
But love unexplained is clearer.

When pen hasted to write,
On reaching the subject of love it split in twain.

When the discourse touched on the matter of love,
Pen was broken and paper torn.

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
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Explanation By The Thong

In explaining it Reason sticks fast, 
as an ass in mire;
Naught but Love itself 
can explain love and lovers!

None but the sun can display the sun,
If you would see it displayed, turn not away from it.

Shadows, indeed, may indicate 
the sun's presence,
But only the sun displays the light of life.
Shadows induce slumber, like evening talks,

But when the sun arises the "moon is split asunder.
In the world there is naught so wondrous as the sun

The Sun

But the Sun of the soul sets not and has no yesterday.
Though the material sun is unique and single,
We can conceive similar suns like to it.
But the Sun of the soul, beyond this firmament,

No like thereof is seen in concrete or abstract.4
Where is there room in conception for His essence,
So that similitudes of HIM should be conceivable?
Shamsu-'d-Din of Tabriz importunes Jalalu-'d-Din to compose the Masnavi.

The Shams of Tabriz is a perfect sunlight,
A sun, yea, one of the beams of God!

When the praise was heard of the "Sun of Tabriz,"
The sun of the fourth heaven bowed its head.

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
https://sacred-texts.com/isl/masnavi/msn01.htm
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
Black Sea Records Ltd.

Perfect Sunlight - Zita Maley

He said, " Feed me, for I am an hungered,
And at once, for 'the time is a sharp sword.

Can it be that thou art not a true Sufi?

O comrade, the Sufi is 'the son of time present. 
It is not the rule of his canon to say, 'To-morrow.

Can it be that thou art not a true Sufi?

Ready money is lost by giving credit.

Can it be that thou art not a true Sufi?

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
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True Sufi

Whatsoever one says, whose reason is thus astray,
Let him not boast; his efforts are useless.
Whatever he says is not to the point,
And is clearly inapt and wide of the mark.

What can I say when not a nerve of mine is sensible?
Can I explain 'The Friend' to one to whom He is no Friend?
Verily my singing His praise were dispraise,
For 'twould prove me existent, and existence is error.

Can I describe my separation and my bleeding heart?
Nay, put off this matter till another season.

Lyrics based on: The Spiritual Couplets Of Maulana Jalau-d-Din Muhammad Rumi
https://sacred-texts.com/isl/masnavi/msn01.htm
Produced by: Martins Ate
Singer: Zita Marley
Distributed by: zigimusic.com
Black Sea Records Ltd.

My Bleeding Heart

With me along the strip of Herbage strown
That just divides the desert from the sown,
Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot --
And Peace is Mahmud on his Golden Throne!

Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, -- and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness --
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enough!

Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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Prophets Paradise

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.

CHORUS
Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life kep falling one by one.

CHORUS
Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

BRIDGE
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.

CHORUS
Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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Thousand Roses - Berilljule

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.

And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!

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 to incarnadine.

And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!

Wine Wine Wine - Berilljule

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.

You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."

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."

You know how little while we have to stay,
And, once departed, may return no more."

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."

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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You Know - Berilljule

And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a Couch -- for whom?

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare

Ah, make the most of what we may yet spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie;
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End!

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare

A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! Your Reward is neither Here nor There!"

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
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Those - Berilljule

And those who husbanded the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two and went his way.

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
GanjaGyals.com

The Roses - Berilljule

And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean --
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage priest,

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears --
To-morrow? -- Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.
.
Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.

Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,

Vintage Priest - Berilljule

Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust

Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
About it and about; but evermore
Came out by the same Door as in I went.

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust

Like foolish Prophets forth; their Works to Scorn
Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
GanjaGyals.com

Works To Scorn - Berilljule

The chiefs and the monarchs of the world,
At last, abject and confounded, depart.
They are fastened to the link-rope of fate,
Like as captives together are chained.

He hath neither friend nor defender:
Both pain and agony overcome him.

Sweet existence departeth front him,
And the king hath neither power nor control.
Though he give away wealth and lands,
He obtaineth neither quarter nor mercy.

He hath neither friend nor defender:
Both pain and agony overcome him.

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.

Pain And Agony - Berilljule

Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin
The Thread of present Life away to win --
What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall
Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two -- is gone.

Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two -- is gone.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes -- or it prospers; and anon,

Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two -- is gone.

Poetry of the Afghans: Æabd-ur-Raḥmān
Martins Ate, Black Sea Records Ltd.
GanjaGyals.com

Snow Upon Desert - Berilljule

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