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And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

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And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

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The Times Are A-changing And If We Don't We Will Sink Like A Stone.

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

Ring The Bells For The Blind And Deaf.

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May You Stay Forever Young

Watch Waterfalls Of Pity Roar, You Feel To Moan But Unlike Before, You Discover That You'd Just Be One More Person Crying.

I'm Sittin' On My Watch So I Can Be On Time.

Despite Everybody Who Has Been Born And Has Died, The World Has Just Gone On. I Mean, Look At Napoleon -but We Went Right On. Look At Harpo Marx -the World Went Around, It Didn't Stop For A Second. It's Sad But True. John Kennedy, Right?

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They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.

How Can The Life Of Such A Man Be In The Palm Of Some Fools Hand?

There's Enough Songs For People To Listen To, If They Want To Listen To Songs. For Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, They Could Be Sent, Probaby, Each Of Them, A Hundred Records, And Never Be Repeated. There's Enough Songs. Unless Someone's Gonna Come Along With A Pure Heart And Has Something To Say. That's A Different Story.

You'll Find Out When You Reach The Top, You're On The Bottom.

When You're Sad And When You're Lonely And You Haven't Got A Friend, Just Remember That Death Is Not The End.

Art Is The Perpetual Motion Of Illusion. The Highest Purpose Of Art Is To Inspire. What Else Can You Do? What Else Can You Do For Any One But Inspire Them?

I Don't Have The Kinds Of Relationships That Are Built On Any Kind Of False Pretense, Not To Say That I Haven't. I've Had Just As Many As Anybody Else, But I Haven't Had Them In A Long Time.

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

I Didn't Know Whether To Duck Or To Run, So I Ran.

What Kind Of Alchemy Could Create A Perfume That Would Make A Reaction To A Person Lukewarm, Indifferent And Apathetic?if Such A Scent Could Be Made I'd Like Some.

God Is In Heaven, And We All Want What's His. But Power And Greed And Corruptible Seed Seem To Be All That There Is.

My Big Fear Was That My Guitar Would Go Out Of Tune.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.

I Consider Myself A Poet First And A Musician Second. I Live Like A Poet And I'll Die Like A Poet.

In Harmony With Cosmic Sea, True Love Needs No Company. It Can Cure The Soul, It Can Make It Whole, If Dogs Run Free.

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

Every Day Is The Same Thing Out The Door Feel Further Away Then Ever Before Some Things In Life, It Gets Too Late To Learn Well, I'm Lost Somewhere I Must Have Made A Few Bad Turns

I Realize I Don't Do A Very Good Job In Keeping Up To Date, But I Try To.

Life Is More Or Less A Lie, But Then Again, That's Exactly The Way We Want It To Be.

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Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

Trying To Create A Next World War, He Found A Promoter Who Nearly Fell Off The Floor, He Said I Never Engaged In This Kind Of Thing Before, But Yes I Think It Can Be Very Easily Done.

Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking, Make My Self A Different Set Of Rules. Gonna Put My Good Foot Forward And Stop Being Influenced By Fools.

I Met A Young Man Who Was Wounded In Love, I Met Another Man Who Was Wounded In Hatred.

Maybe In The 90s Or Possibly In The Next Century People Will Look Upon The 80s As The Age Of Masturbation, When It Was Taken To The Limit; That Might Be All That's Going On Right Now In A Big Way.

You Got Men Who Can't Hold Peace And Women Who Can't Control Their Tongues. The Rich Seduce The Poor, And The Old Seduce The Young.

Although The Masters Make The Rules For The Wise Men And The Fools, I've Got Nothing, Ma, To Live Up To.

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.

The Corporations Have Taken Over. Even In The Recording Studio. Actually, The Corporate Companies Have Taken Over American Life Most Everywhere. Go Coast To Coast And You Will See People Wearing The Same Clothes, Thinking The Same Thoughts, Eating The Same Food. Everything Is Processed.

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

An Artist Has Got To Be Constantly In A State Of Becoming.

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Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will Not Follow You.

Adulterers In Churches And Pornography In The Schools, You Got Gangsters In Power And Lawbreakers Making Rules. When You Gonna Wake Up?

God Knows There's A Heaven.

I'm Determined To Stand Whether God Will Deliver Me Or Not.

Nobody Has Ever Taught You How To Live On The Street.

The People In My Songs Are All Me.

What's Money? A Man Is A Success If He Gets Up In The Morning And Goes To Bed At Night And In Between Does What He Wants To Do.

You're Going To Die. You're Going To Be Dead. It Could Be 20 Years, It Could Be Tomorrow, Anytime. So Am I. I Mean, We're Just Going To Be Gone. The World's Going To Go On Without Us. All Right, Now. You Do Your Job In The Face Of That, And How Seriously You Take Yourself, You Decide For Yourself.

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

The Tree Of Life Is Growing Where The Spirit Never Dies, And The Bright Light Of Salvation Shines In Dark And Empty Skies.

You Learn From A Conglomeration Of The Incredible Past - Whatever Experience Gotten In Any Way Whatsoever.

Too Much Information About Nothing.

Too Much Information

If You're Not Busy Being Born, You're Busy Dying.

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Come Senators, Congressman, Please Heed The Call, Don't Stand In The Doorway, Don't Block The Hall.

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Oh, Time Is Short And The Days Are Sweet And Passion Rules The Arrow That Flies.

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In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All The Time Drinking.

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Twenty Years Of Schooling And They Put You On The Day Shift - Look Out Out Kid, They Keep It All Hid

Creativity Has A Lot To Do With The Main Idea. Inspiration Is What Comes When You Are Dealing With The Idea. But Inspiration Won't Invite What's Not There To Begin With.

If You Don't Underestimate Me, I Won't Underestimate You.

I'll Always Thank The Lord When My Working Day Is Through, I Get My Sweet Reward To Be Alone With You.

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Heard Ten Thousand Whispering And Nobody Listening. Heard One Person Starve, I Heard Many People Laughing. Heard The Song Of A Poet Who Died In The Gutter.

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Don't Know Which One Is Worse, Doing Your Own Thing Or Just Being Cool.

Doing Your Own Thing

If I Had Wings, No One Would Ask Me: Should I Fly?

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God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

Whatever Colors You Have In Your Mind, I'll Show Them To You And You'll See Them Shine.

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

I Feel Like I'm Knockin' On Heaven's Door.

The Dirt Of Gossip Blows Into My Face And The Dust Rumors Cover Me. But If The Arrow Is Straight And The Point Is Slick, It Can Pierce Through Dust No Matter How Thick.

The Longer You Live, The Better You Get.

There Doesn't Seem To Be Any Tomorrow. Every Time I Wake Up, No Matter In What Position, It's Always Been Today.

Gates Appeal To Me Because Of The Negative Space They Allow. They Can Be Closed But At The Same Time They Allow The Seasons And Breezes To Enter And Flow. They Can Shut You Out Or Shut You In. And In Some Ways There Is No Difference.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.

They Say Every Man Needs Protection They Say Every Man Must Fall So, I Swear I See My Reflection Somewhere Inside These Walls... I Shall Be Released.

The First Thing I Know, I'm In A Card Game. Then I'm In A Crap Game.

Got No Religion. Tried A Bunch Of Different Religions. The Churches Are Divided. Can't Make Up Their Minds And Neither Can I.

To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.

There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty Places.

May Your Heart Always Be Joyful. May Your Song Always Be Sung.

In Writing Songs, I've Learned As Much From Cezanne As I Have From Woody Guthrie.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

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The Truth Is Far From You, So You Know You Got To Lie. Then You're All The Time Defending What You Can Never Justify.

If You Choose To Live Outside The Law, You Must Obey The Law More Stringently Than Anyone.

I've Been Up The Mountain And I Had A Choice. Should I Come Down? So I Came Down. God Said, Okay, You've Been Up On The Mountain, Now You Go Down. You're On Your Own, Free. Check In Later, But Now You're On Your Own.

The Song Was There Before Me, Before I Came Along. I Just Sorta Came Down And Just Sorta Took It Down With A Pencil, But It Was There Before I Came Around.

The Inmates And Prisoners, I Found They Were My Kind, And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind.

Half Of The People Can Be Part Right All Of The Time, Some Of The People Can Be All Right Part Of The Time. I Think Abraham Lincoln Said That. 'i'll Let You Be In My Dreams If I Can Be In Yours,' I Said That.

Everybody Knows By Now That There's A Gazillion Books On Me Either Out Or Coming Out In The Near Future. So I'm Encouraging Anybody Who's Ever Met Me, Heard Me Or Even Seen Me, To Get In On The Action And Scribble Their Own Book. You Never Know, Somebody Might Have A Great Book In Them.

It's Not Dark Yet But It's Getting There

I Just Try To Understand That Tomorrow Is Another Day.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

You Must Be Vulnerable To Be Sensitive To Reality. And To Be Vulnerable Is Just Another Way Of Saying That One Has Nothing More To Lose. I Don't Have Anything But Darkness To Lose.

I Never Could Guess Your Weight, Baby.

You Should Always Take The Best From The Past, Leave The Worst Back There And Go Forward Into The Future.

Come You Masters Of War You That Build All The Guns You That Build The Death Planes You That Build The Big Bombs You That Hide Behind Walls You That Hide Behind Desks I Just Want You To Know I Can See Through Your Masks.

It's Like Going Out To The Desert And Screaming And Then Having Little Kids Throw Their Sandbox At You. I'm Only 24.

I Said, You Know They Refused Jesus, Too. He Said, You're Not Him.

Maybe Someday You Will Understand, That Something For Nothing Is Everybody's Plan.

So Now I'm Going Back Again I Got To Get Her Somehow All The People We Used To Know They're An Illusion To Me Now Some Are Mathematicians Some Are Carpenter's Wives Don't Know How It All Got Started I Don't What They're Doing With Their Lives But Me I'm Still On The Road Heading For Another Joint We Always Did Feel The Same We Just Saw It From A Different Point Of View Tangled Up In Blue.

You Better Start Swimming, Or You'll Sink Like A Stone. Because The Time's They Are A-changing.

It Rubs Me The Wrong Way, A Camera... It's A Frightening Thing...cameras Make Ghosts Out Of People.

I Play These [folk Acoustic] Concerts And I Ask Myself, 'would You Come See Me Tonight?' - And I'd Have To Answer Truthfully, 'no, I Wouldn't Come. I'd Rather Be Doin' Something Else, Really I Would. That Something Else Is Rock... The Words Are Pictures, And The Rock's Gonna Help Me Flesh Out The Colors Of The Pictures. (1965)

Old New York City Is A Friendly Old Town From Washington Heights To Harlem On Down There's A-mighty Many People All Millin' All Around They'll Kick You When You're Up And Knock You When You're Down It's Hard Times In The City Livin' Down In New York Town

Little Red Wagon, Little Red Bike, I Ain’t No Monkey But I Know What I Like.

I Never Did Use Earphones Until Into The Eighties Or Nineties. I Don't Like To Use Earphones. I've Never Heard Anybody Sing With Earphones Effectively. They Just Give You A False Sense Of Security. A Lot Of Us Don't Need Earphones. I Don't Think Springsteen Or Mick Do. But Other People More Or Less Have Given In. But They Ought Not To. They Don't Need To. Especially If They Have A Good Band.

When Blackness Was A Virtue And The Road Was Full Of Mud, I Came In From The Wilderness, A Creature Void Of Form.

I Am Against Nature. I Don't Dig Nature At All. I Think Nature Is Very Unnatural. I Think The Truly Natural Things Are Dreams, Which Nature Can't Touch With Decay.

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.

Good Intentions Can Be Evil, Both Hands Are Full Of Grease. You Know, Sometimes Satan Comes As A Man Of Peace.

Look At The Sun Sinkin' Like A Ship. Ain't That Just Like My Heart, Babe. When You Kissed My Lips?

Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow

When You Think That You Lost Everything You Find Out You Can Always Lose A Little More.

Lost Everything

The Highlight Of My Career? That's Easy, Elvis Recording One Of My Songs.

As Long As You Give My Friend Jonah Lehrer A Free Pizza, I'll Write A Song About Your Restaurant.

The Atom Bomb Fueled The Entire World That Came After It. It Showed That Indiscriminate Killing And Indiscriminate Homicide On A Mass Level Was Possible ... Whereas If You Look At Warfare Up Until That Point, You Had To See Somebody To Shoot Them Or Maim Them, You Had To Look At Them. You Don't Have To Do That Anymore.

Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand.

The Exploitation And Superficiality Of Mainstream America Is The Object Not Of [bob] Dylan's Hipster Scorn, But Of An Apocalyptic Parable Of Holy Fools And Righteous Thieves - The Kind Of Imagery That Dylan's Later Work Would Explore More Fully.

The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk. Too Much Paper Work.

The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe The Songs.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

Well, I Sing By Night, Wander By Day. I'm On The Road And It Looks Like I'm Here To Stay.

People Talk About Frank Sinatra All The Time - And They Should Talk About Frank - But He Had The Greatest Arrangers. They Worked For Him In A Different Kind Of Way Than They Worked For Other People. They Gave Him Arrangements That Are Just Sublime On Every Level. And He, Of Course, Could Match That Because He Had This Ability To Get Inside Of The Song In A Sort Of A Conversational Way. Frank Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

One Night Around That Time, At Hammersmith, Bob Dylan Was About To Go Into [his 1963 Classic] 'don't Think Twice, It's Alright.he Said, 'hey, Bucky! Play Mandolin On This.' I Am Not Really A Mandolin Player; I Could Only Play In Certain Keys. Halfway Through, He Stops The Band, Turns To The Audience And Points To Me. He Says: 'he Isn't Playing, He's Miming.' And Then: 'should I Fire Him?' The Whole Audience Yells.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.

Sometimes You Get Out From Behind The Wheel And Let Someone Else Step On The Gas.

People Today Are Still Living Off The Table Scraps Of The Sixties. They Are Still Being Passed Around - The Music And The Ideas.

Art Can Lead You To God. I Think That's The Purpose Of Everything. If It's Not Doing That, What's It Doing? It's Leading You The Other Way. It's Certainly Not Leading You Nowhere.

If You Need Somebody You Can Trust, Trust Yourself

Don't Forget To Support Your Public Library.

That's Another Way Of Writing A Song, Of Course. Just Talking To Somebody That Ain't There. That's The Best Way. That's The Truest Way. Then It Just Becomes A Question Of How Heroic Your Speech Is. To Me, It's Something To Strive After.

I Don't Think I've Ever Been An Agnostic. I've Always Thought There's A Superior Power, That This Is Not The Real World And That There's A World To Come.

Love Is All There Is, It Makes The World Go 'round Love And Only Love, It Can't Be Denied No Matter What You Think About It You Just Won't Be Able To Do Without It Take A Tip From One Who's Tried

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

You Can't Be Wise And In Love At The Same Time.

The Cards Are No Good That Your Are Holding Unless You're From Another World.

All These People That I Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now. Some Are Mathematicians, Some Are Carpenters' Wives.

One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong.

It's Not A House, It's A Home.

I Used To Play Hockey When I Was Growing Up. Everyone Sort Of Learns How To Skate And Play Hockey At An Early Age.

Either I'm Too Sensitive, Or Else I'm Gettin' Soft

I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

The Whole World's A Bottle, And Life's But A Dram, When The Bottle Gets Empty, It Sure Ain't Worth A Damn.

The Battle Outside Raging Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

A Lot Of People Say There Is No Happiness In This Life And Certainly There's No Permanent Happiness. But Self-sufficiency Creates Happiness.

The Warrior Who's Strength Is Not To Fight.

I Set My Monkey On The Log, And Ordered Him To Do The Dog. He Wagged His Tail And Shook His Head, And He Went And Did The Cat Instead.

Look, When I Started Out, Mainstream Culture Was Sinatra, Perry Como, Andy Williams, Sound Of Music. There Was No Fitting Into It Then And Of Course, There's No Fitting Into It Now.

Mainstream Culture

What Did I Owe The Rest Of The World? Nothing.

Inside The Museum Infinity Goes Up On Trial. Voices Echo, 'this Is What Salvation Must Be Like After A While.' But Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You Call Him A Man? How Many Seas Must A White Dove Sail, Before She Sleeps In The Sand? Yes, And How Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly, Before They're Forever Banned?

Destiny Is A Feeling You Have That You Know Something About Yourself Nobody Else Does. The Picture You Have In Your Own Mind Of What You're About Will Come True. It's A Kind Of A Thing You Kind Of Have To Keep To Your Own Self, Because It's A Fragile Feeling, And You Put It Out There, Then Someone Will Kill It. It's Best To Keep That All Inside.

Yesterday Is Just A Memory.

You Had No Faith To Lose And You Know It.

Every Cause That Ever I Fought, I Fought It Full Without Regret Or Shame.

I Was Headed For The Fantastic Lights. No Doubt About It. Could It Be That I Was Being Deceived? Not Likely. I Don't Think I Had Enough Imagination To Be Deceived; Had No False Hope, Either. I'd Come From A Long Ways Off And Had Started From A Long Ways Down. But Now Destiny Was About To Manifest Itself. I Felt Like It Was Looking Right At Me And Nobody Else.

You Say Love Is Just A Four Letter Word.

You Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot Before Your Eyes

What Politics I Ever Learned, I Learned In The Streets, Because It Was Part Of The Environment.

A Lot Of People Can't Stand Touring But To Me It's Like Breathing. I Do It Because I'm Driven To Do It.

Really The Truth Is Just A Plain Picture. A Plain Picture Of, Let's Say, A Tramp Vomiting In The Sewere. You Know, And Next Door To The Picture Mr. Rockefeller Or Mr. C. W. Jones On The Subway Going To Work. You Know, Any Kind Of Picture. Just Make A Collage Of Pictures.

In The Home Of The Brave, Jefferson Turning Over In His Grave.

Mothers Tell Your Children Not To Do The Things I Have Done, To Spend My Life In Sin And Misery In The House Of The Rising Sun.

Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel Rides

Life Is Sad, Life Is A Bust, All You Can Do Is Do What You Must.

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

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