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Hame Hame Hame	Have you seen the Army?	Hey Jutes	House of the Fervent Kip
The Hamster Song	The Heart and the Crown	The Hielan Laddie	The housewife's lament
Happy Birthday/Birthday Dirge	Here's a Health	High Germany	The hunter would a hunting go
Haul Away Joe	The Heralds Said to Me	The Highwayman
The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls	Here come the sons	The Hoodie Craw

Hame, hame, hame, hameward I be
Hame, hame, hame, in my ain country
Where the Birch, an' the Pine, an' the bonny Rowan tree
They are all bloomin' fair in my ain country

Hame, hame, hame, hameward I be
Hame, hame, hame, in my ain country
Where the wild deer run through the glen I'll ne'er see
Where my heart I will remain in my ain country

Hame, hame, hame, hameward I be
Hame, hame, hame, in my ain country
Where the glint through the mirk, I tell stay thee
It'll shine upon them yet, in my ain country

Hame, hame, hame, hameward I be
Hame, hame, hame, in my ain country
Where the Birch, an' the Pine, an' the bonny Rowan tree
They are all bloomin' fair in my ain country

The Highland Clearances
(Andy Stewart- From So Many Partings)
Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare,
And the wee bit farm deserted,
And the woods of Germany,
Grows in rows o'er the broken hearted.

Black is the wood on the roofance was braw
But blacker still is your heart, Victoria,
Sent your men untae our glens
You'll need the Good Lord lookin' o'er ye.

Many hae gane tae Americay
You burnt their hames and garred them wander
Gor a' would have stayed wi' the deil himsel'
As bide an hour wi' the cruel Gillanders.

Ah, for the glens are lyin' bare
And the wee bit farm deserted
And the woods of Germany
Grows on rows o'er the broken hearted.

-Chrystofer Kensor & Andrixios Seljukroctonis
(Tune: "Ballad of the Green Berets")

Fighting hamsters from the sky
Some will live and some will die
Hamsters have nothing to fear
The fighting hamsters of Calontir

Silver tape upon their backs
A broadsword is all they lack
Fifty hamsters fight a war
They won't win without fifty more

Trained by jumping off a roof
Trained in combat tooth to tooth
Hamsters fight both far and near
The fighting hamsters of Calontir

Riding high upon our helms
Their war cry it overwhelms
All opponents become weak
At their fearsome squeaky squeak

Back at home Paval waits
His fighting hamster has met its fate
He has died while drinking beer
The fighting hamsters of Calontir

Once again its off to war
This time we number a dozen more
We will fight for those in need
so this year it's with Caid

Fighting hamsters jump from planes
Fighting hamsters fall like rain
Some will live but most will die
Stupid creatures cannot fly

Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
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Happy Birthday! (UHH!) Happy Birthday! (UHH!)

Birthdays come but once a year
Marking time as Death draws near

Black Death has just struck your town
you yourself feel quite run-down

Burn the Castle and storm the keep
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP!

Burn, then rape by firelight
Add -romance- to life tonight!

Burn, then rape by firelight
Add romance to your life tonight

Children dying everywhere
Women crying in despair

Children dying far and near
They say that cancer's caused by beer

Death and gloom and black despair
People dying everywhere

Death will come before the dawn
Now's the time to party on!

Death, destruction, and despair
People dying everywhere

Doom and gloom and dark despair
People dying everywhere!

Doom, destruction, and despair
Grief and sorrow fill the air

Doom, destruction, and despair
People dying everywhere

Famine, fear, and fire and flood
Can't keep your face out of the mud

Fear and gloom and darkness but
No one found out YOU KNOW WHAT

Gloom and doom and dark despair
People dying everywhere

Grief and sorrow fill the air,
Children dying everywhere.

Hear the women wail and weep
Kill them all but spare the sheep

I'm a leper, can't you see
Have a birthday kiss from me

Indigestion's what you get
From the enemies you 'et

It's your birthday never fear
You'll be dead this time next year

Just be glad the friends you've got
Haven't found out you-know-what!

Like the wrinkles in old lace
Time is etched upon your face.

Like the wrinkles in your lace
time is etched upon your face

Long ago your hair turned grey
now it's falling out, they say

May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake.

May the children in the street
Be your barbequeing meat

May the cities in your wake
Burn like candles on your cake...

May the women that you see
Not have sense enough to flee

May the women wail and weep
kill them all, but save the sheep

May your deeds with sheep and yaks
equal those with sword and axe

May your deeds with sword and axe
Equal those with sheep and yaks

News that fills our hearts with fear:
They've proved cancer's caused by beer,

Now another year has passed
Don't look now they're gaining fast!

Now that you're the age you are
Your demise cannot be far

Now you are the age you are
Your demise cannot be far

Now you've aged another year
Now you know that Death is near

Now you've lived another year
Age to you is like stale beer

Now you've lived another year,
And your death is drawing near.

Now you've reached the age you are
Your demise can not be far

Now your hairs are turning grey,
Soon they all will fall away.

Now your jail-bait days are done
Let's go out and have some fun

Pain destruction and despair
People dying everywhere

People starving on the earth,
Go ahead, eat your dessert,

Pestilence has struck your town
You yourself feel quite run-down

Plague and famine in the air,
People dying everywhere.

Raise your cup of bitter cheer,
Make the barman eat his ear

Rape the horses while they sleep,
See the women wail and weep
Rape the women while they sleep,
Kill them all but save the sheep.

See the women wail and weep.
Kill them all but save the sheep.

See the wrinkles on your face
Like the pattern of fine lace

So another year has passed
Don't look now they're gaining fast!

So far death you have bypassed
Don't look back it's gaining fast

So far Death you have bypassed
Don't look back, he's gaining fast

So you're 29 again
Don't tell lies to your good friend

So you're twenty nine again
Don't tell lies to your only friend...

So you've aged another year
Now you know that Death is near

Soon your hair will all turn grey
Then fall out (or so they say)

The Black Death has struck your town
you yourself feel quite run-down

The Black Plague has struck your town,
You yourself feel quite run down...

They stole your gold, your sword, your house
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse

They stole your sword, your gold, your house
Took your sheep but not your spouse

This one lesson you must learn
FIRST you pillage, THEN you burn

This one lesson you must learn,
FIRST you plunder, THEN you burn!

Tho you're turning 29
Age to you is like fine wine

Though you're turning 29,
Age to you is like fine wine.

Though you're turning twenty nine,
Age to you is like fine wine....

'Twas bad enough your hair turned grey
But now it's falling out, they say...

Typhoid, plague and polio
Coffins lined up in a row

We brought linen, white as cloud
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud

We brought you linen white as clouds
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud...

We like children, yes we do,
baked or broiled or in a stew

Were I sitting in your shoes
I'd go out and sing the blues

When you've reached the age you are
Your demise cannot be far

When you've reached your age you know
That the mind is first to go

While you eat your birthday stew
We will loot the town for you.

While you eat your birthday stew
We will sack a town for you

You hear the pitter patter of little feet
Midget thieves have burgled your keep

You must marry very soon
baby's due the next full moon

You're a period cook, 'tis true;
Ask the beetles in the stew.

You're a period cook, its true
ask the beetles in the stew

Your daughter's face could crack a mirror
Your firstborn son is acting queer

Your friends are here, your enemies too,
We just don't know who is who....

Your servants steal, your wife's untrue
Your children plot to murder you

Your ship of fortune arrives at last
Plague death flag nailed to its mast

WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY,
SO ME MOTHER TOLD ME, TAMMY.
WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'LL HAUL AWAY JOE.

THAT IF I DID NOT KISS THE GIRLS,
MY LIPS WOULD ALL GROW MOLDY TAMMY
WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'LL HAUL AWAY JOE.

NOW WAY HAUL AWAY, THE GOOD SHIP NOW IS ROLLING TAMMY
WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'LL HAUL AWAY JOE.

KING LOUIS WAS THE KING OF FRANCE,
BEFORE THE REV-O-LU-SHY-ANN
WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'LL HAUL AWAY JOE.

AND THEN HE GOT HIS HEAD CUT OFF,
IT SPOILED HIS-CON-STI-TU-SHY-ANN.
WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'LL HAUL AWAY JOE.

NOW FIRST I MET A YANKEE GIRL
AND SHE WAS FAT AND LAZY, TAMMY
WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'LL HAUL AWAY JOE.

AND THEN I MET AN IRISH GIRL,
SHE DAMN NEAR DROVE ME CRAZY
WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'LL HAUL AWAY JOE.

NOW WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'RE BOUND FOR BETTER WEATHER TAMMY.
WAY HAUL AWAY, WE'LL HAUL AWAY JOE.

THE HARP THAT ONCE THOUGH TARA'S HALLS, THE SOUL OF MUSIC SHED.
NOW HANGS AS MUTE ON TARA'S WALLS AS IF THAT SOUL WERE FLED.
SO SPEAKS THE PRIDE OF FORMER DAYS, SO GLORY'S THRILL IS O'ER
AND HEARTS THAT ONE BEAT HIGH FOR PRAISE, NOW FEEL THAT PULSE NO MORE.

NO MORE TO CHIEFS AND LADIES BRIGHT THE HARP OF TARA SWELLS.
THE CHORD ALONE THAT BREAKS AT NIGHT ITS TALE OF RUIN TELLS.
THUS FREEDOM NOW SO SELDOM WAKES THE ONLY THROB SHE GIVES,
IS WHEN SOME HEART INDIGNANT BREAKS, TO SHOW THAT STILL SHE LIVES.

by Mikal the Ram
Notes from Mikal:
An entry into the Lilies war point, that got me a win the year I wrote it. It was written in about 15 min. just prior to the contest

Have ye heard the story from the land of Calontir?
With sword and axe a-swinging fit to make a grown man fear?
The Barons called for taxes, the people answered " Nay!"
" And if you come collecting, there' ll be hell to pay!

Have you seen the army, it was here a while ago,
And do you know who' s winning have we struck a mortal blow?
I do not know your armor, but you seem a friend to me,
Oh have you seen the army marching in Forgotten Sea?
HMMMMMMMMMMM

You should have seen the battle, 'twas a glory to be seen,
Conveniently the dead were rolled into a deep ravine,
The bandits followed halidar into a brushy patch,
If it hadn' t been poison ivy they' d have won without a scratch!

Have you seen the army, it was here a while ago,
And do you know who' s winning have we struck a mortal blow?
I do not know your armor, but you seem a friend to me,
Oh have you seen the army marching in Forgotten Sea?
HMMMMMMMMMMM

'Twas at the bridge they tell me, that they made their final stand,
But it' s hard to win a battle when you' re killed by your own man.
The captain of the guardsmen hit upon a plan so bold,
With a trick used every tax-time, hide your sacks of gold!

Have you seen the army, it was here a while ago,
And do you know who' s winning have we struck a mortal blow?
I do not know your armor, but you seem a friend to me,
Oh have you seen the army marching in Forgotten Sea?
HMMMMMMMMMMM

They rode into town
On the thirteenth of Spring.
She have him her hand
And he gave her his ring.
She gave him her heart
And he gave her his crown,
But they never, no never
Went down derry down derry down.

Her horse was pur white
And his horse was gray
She wanted to go
But he asked her to stay.
She gave him her heart
And he gave her his crown,
But they never, no never
Went down derry down derry down.

Her eyes were pure black
And his eyes were so blue.
She wanted him strong
And he wanted her true.
She gave him her heart
And he gave her his crown,
But they never, no never
Went down derry down derry down.

Come all ye fair maidens,
And listen to me,
If you want your young man
To be strong and free
Just give him your heart
And he' ll give you his crown
Just as long as you never
Go down derry down derry down.

Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let's drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well
For kindness and beauty there's none can excel
She smiles on my countenance as she sits on my knee
There's no one on Earth as happy as me

Our ship lies at anchor, she is ready to dock
I wish her safe landing without any shock
And if ever we should meet again, by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me

The Heralds Said to Me
By Ioseph of Locksley & Cherie Ruadh of Locksley
(c) COPYRIGHT 1988, 1990 W.J.Bethancourt III
(Tune- The 12 Days of Christmas)

The first time I sent my device the Heralds said to me

1: It violates the Rule of Three

The next time I tried it, the Heralds said to me

2:We changed the forms, and

The third time I tried it, the Heralds said to me

3:We upped the fees,

Another time I tried, and the Heralds said to me

4:We haven't got it,

The fifth time I tried it, the Heralds said to me

5:(In a fast Gregorian Monotone)
In a decision rendered by the College of Arms
on August 1'st, A.S. V it was decided that this
Style of Heraldic Design was not appropriate to
the aims and intentions of the Corporate Body
Holy! Holy! Holy!

I tried it a sixth time, and the Heralds said to me

6:We changed the rules

A seventh time I tried, and the Heralds said to me

7:It's against the Rule of Tincture

I tried it once again, and the Heralds said to me

8:It's not a period design

I sent it in once more, and the Heralds said to me

9: We changed the rules again

(Sung in cold anger)
The LAST time I sent my device, the Heralds said to me

10:(Sung in a state of SMUG)
Someone else has got it,

Here comes the Sons, do do do do
Here come the Sons, And I say - - Let' s fight!

Count Christian, it' s been a long, cold, lonely winter
Tiger lad, it seems like years since we' ve been here
Here comes the Sons, do do do do
Here come the Sons, And I say - - Let' s fight!

Obadiah, I see the blood is amply flowing
Swanman, it feels like years since I killed a peer
Here comes the Sons, do do do do
Here come the Sons, And I say - - Let' s fight!
Sons, Sons, Sons, here they come (\plain \b\f3\fs20 4 times\plain \f3\fs20 )

Beerslayer, we see that they have been retreating
Lord Corwin, it seems like years since we' ve been feared
Here comes the Sons, do do do do
Here come the Sons, And I say - - Let' s fight!

Sons, Sons, Sons, here they come

Here comes the Sons, do do do do
Here come the Sons, And I say - - Let' s fight!

(1st verse)
Hey Jutes, don' t make it bad
Take a Saxon and make him deader
Remember to knock of all of his kin
Then you begin to get better
(2nd time thru)
Hey Jutes, don' t make it bad
Take a Saxon and make him deader
Remember to flay of fall of his kin
Then you begin to get better

(Tamborine)

Hey Jutes, don' t be afraid
There is Briton go out and get her
Ahh-> The minute the Angles let you in
Ahh-> Then you begin to set the fetters

Chorus
Even though that you' re just Danes, Hey Jutes, remain
The country is yours until the Normans come
And don' t you know that it' s just you, Hey Jutes, you' ll do
They' re waiting for someone to control them
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Hey Jutes, don' t let me down
You have found her now and wed her ( 2nd time thru Let it out and Let it in)
Remember to put her into your cart
Then you can start to bed her.

Chorus
And any time you felt the strain, Hey Jutes, refrain
Don' t carry the wounded on your shoulders
And well you know that it' s a rule, Hey Jutes, be cool
Just wait ' til the weather' s a little colder
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

1st verse start over
Better, Deader, Better, Deader - Etc.

The Hielan Laddie
Traditional
words only http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=HIELNLAD

As I came o'er the Cairney Mount
An' doon anang the bloomin' heather
The Heilan' laddie drew his dirk
And sheathed it in my wanton leather

CHORUS:
Oh my bonnie Heilan' laddie
Ma handsome bonnie Heilan' laddie
When I'm sick an like tae dee
He'll row me in his tartan plaidee

Wi me he played his warlike pranks
An on me boldly did adventure
He did attack me on baith flanks
an pushed me firecely in the center

Chorus

A furious ficht we did maintain
Wi equal courage an desire
Although he charged me three tae one
I stood ma ground an took his fire

Chorus

One day as I was walking, and a walkin' all alone
I heard a young couple, a' makin' their moan
Said the older one to the sunder one, " Bonnie lass I must away:
For the King he has commanded us, and His orders I must obey

Oh first of all your promises when first you were my love
Was to keep me ever at your side however far you should rove
Pity only take do not me forsake, for great is my love
Through France and Spain, Bonnie Ireland, along with you I' ll go.

I fear the treacherous journey, bitter cold, and burning heat
Rough cold, and stoney mountains, they will wound your tender feet
And to your kinsman to you would prove untrue, if from them you go
For maids must bide at their parents side, while men do fight the foe

I fear no parents anger, nor any daring foe
Since I have resolved along with you to go
Through the rain and snow, and through weal or woe, I' ll prove card haras you' ll see
For the drums do beat, and the drum that sound, and the wars of High Germany

One day as I was walking, and a walkin' all alone
I heard a young couple, a' makin' their moan
Said the older one to the sunder one, " Bonnie lass I must away:
For the King he has commanded us, and His orders I must obey

Lyrics: Alfred Noyes
Melody: Phil Ochs

Em G C
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,

Em G C D
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas

Em G Cd
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,

Em G B7 Em
And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding-

C G C D
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a red love-knot into her long black hair.

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight,
I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way."

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching, marching, marching-
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn door.

They tied her up to attention, with many a sickening jest,
And they bound a musket beside her, with the barrel to her breast.
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight,
I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way."

"Look for me by moonlight." The hoof-beats ringing clear.
"Watch for me by moonlight." Were they deaf they did not hear?
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight, her musket shattered the moonlight
Shattered her breast in the moonlight, and warned him - with her death.

He turned, he spurred him westward; he did not know who stood
Bowed with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood.
Not 'til the dawn he heard it; his face grew gray to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter, the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love by moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him, and his rapier brandished high!
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn door.

The Hoodie Craw has a black, black heart
He's the vilest of the craws
He's a greedy hawk, and an evil scavenger thief wherever he goes
For he picks at the heart and pecks at the corpse
And drinks o' the blood of his prey
It's a grey ill wind in the world o' birds
When the Hoodie blaws their way

The sick will fear him hover near
For he smells their failing breath
Where the feeble lie, he'll wait nearby
And attend them at their death
He'll worry the weak wi' a jab o' his beak
He'll frighten young and old
And the wind that blaws the Hoodie in
Has a cheerless bitter cold

In the open sky his piercing eye
Will search the grounds below
And the threshing sound of his beating wings
His victims soon will know
No clamor calls nor helpless cries
Distract him from his task
And the whistling wind that sends them in
Has an icy chilly blast

The Eagle guards his eyrie
Safe high up in the hills
And the fearless Robin
Braves the cold and damp wet winter chills
But Craws gang up and hound their prey
And send them to their grave
And the prize they crave is the fat and the juice
And the blood of the Ravens Craig

The skin is stripped the bones are picked
The carcass dead and gone
And the cries that echo round the skies
Are quiet and forlorn
The rain falls down to heal the scars
And wash them in it's flood
And the Hoodie rides on another wind
In search of other blood
And the Hoodie rides on another wind
In search of other blood
Ravens Craig no more
Ravens Craig no more

There is a house in al-Barran,
They call the Fervent Kip
Has been the ruin of many young lords
That's where I made my slip

My father was an English Knight
My mom a maid of France
And had they but taught me a few facts of life
I might have had a chance

I wandered far from home one night
When I was just a kid
I stopped and asked them to show me the way
And thats just what they did

I left my home an honest lad
My innocence assured
When I returned the following morn
My weakness had been cured

I've studied long with sages wise
And scholars most astute
But theyve taught me less than that single night
In a house of ill repute

There is a house in al-Barran
It's called the Fevrent Kip
Has been the ruin of many young lords
That's where I made my slip

One day I was walking,
I heard a complaining,
And saw an old woman
The picture of gloom.
She gazed at the mud on her doorstep (' twas raining).
And this was her song as she wielded her broom:

Refrain

" Oh, Life is a toil,
and love is a trouble,
Beauty will fade
And riches' ll flee.
Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double,
And nothing is as I would wish it to be."

" There' s too much of worriement goes to a bonnet,
There' s too much ironing goes to a shirt.
There' s nothing that pays for the time you waste on it;
There' s nothing that lasts us but trouble and dirt.:

Refrain

" In March it is mud, it is slush In December;
The midsummer breezes are loaded with dust.
In fall the leaves litter. In muddy September
The wallpaper rots and the candlesticks rust.:

Refrain

There are worms on the cherries and slugs on the roses,
And ants in the sugar and mice in the pies.
The rubbish of spiders no mortal supposes;
And ravaging roaches and damaging flies.:

Refrain

" It' s sweeping at six and it' s dusting at seven.
It' s victuals at eight and it's dishes at nine.
It' s potting and panning from ten to eleven;
We scarce break our fast till we plan how to dine.

Refrain

With grease and with grime, from corner to center,
Forever at war and forever alert.
No rest for a day lest the enemy enter;
I spend my whole life in struggle with dirt.

Refrain

Last night in my dreams I was stationed forever
On a far little rock in the midst of the sea.
My one chance of life was a ceaseless endeavor
To sweep off the waves as they swept over me.

Refrain

Alas! 'Twas no dream; ahead I behold it.
I see I am helpless my fate to avert."
She lay down her broom, her apron she folded,
She lay down and died and was buried in dirt.

Refrain.

The keeper would a hunting go,
And under his coat he carried a bow,
All for to shoot at the merry little doe,
Among the leaves so green, O

Refrain
Jackie bo! Master? Sing ye well?
Very well.
Hey down! Ho down!
Derry derry down!
Among the leaves so green, O.
To my hey down!
To my ho, down, down!
Hey down!
Ho down!
Derry derry down.
Among the leaves so green, O!

The first doe he shot at he missed
The second one he trimmed and kissed.
The third one went where nobody wist,
Among the leaves so green, O!

Refrain

The forth doe, she did cross the plain
The keeper fetched her back again.
Where she is now she may remain,
Among the leaves so green, O!

Refrain

The fifth doe, she did cross the brook
The keeper fetched her back with his crook.
Where she is now, you must go look,
Among the leaves so green, O!

Refrain

The sixth doe she ran over the plain,
But he with his hounds did turn her again,
And it' s there he did hunt in a merry, merry vein,
Among the leaves so green, O!

Refrain

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