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So the mighty Oracle hath said ;
Blazing Worlds will turn to marriage torches

When Eternity with Time shall wed !

Then a fuirer, far more beauteous morning,
Laura, on our Love shall also shine.

Long as their blest bridal-night enduring : —
So rejoice thee, Laura — Laura mine !


When o'er the chords thy fingers stray,
My spirit leaves its mortal clay,

A statue there I stand ;
Thy spell controls e'en life and death,
A.S when the nerves a living breath

Beceive by love's command I *


More p;ontly Zrphvr sighs along
To listen to tliy magic Bong :
The systems f<')rm'd by heav'nly love
To sing for ever ns they move,
Piittse in titcir endleas-wliirling round
To ciiteh tlie raptnre-tc^eming sound ;
'Tis for thy strains Uku worshiiJ thee, —
Thy look, Euchautress, fetters mc!

From yonder ehorus fast-thronging come
Soui-ljreathir.g nf)tes with rapturous speed,

As when from out their heav'nly home
The new-born Seraphim proceed ;

The strains pour forth their magic might.

As glitt'ring suns burst through the night,

When, by Creation's storm awoke.

From Chaos' giaut-arm they broke.

Now sweet, as Avhen the silv'ry wave

Deliglits the pebbly beacli to lave ;

And now majestic as the sound

Of rolling thunder gath'ring round ;
No^ peaiing more loudly, as when from you height
Descends the. mad mountain-stream, foaming and
bright ;

Now in a song of love

Dying away.
As thro' the asiaen grove
Soft zephyrs play ;
Kow heavier and more mournful scmmus the strain,
Alh when across the desert, deutli-like jjlain.
Whence whispers dread and yells despairing rise,
Cocytus' sluggish, wailing current sighs.

Maiden fair, oh, answer me !
Are not spirits leagued with thee ?
Speak they in the realms of bliss
Other laugaage e'er than this ?

* The nllusion in the original is to tliR eeeiningly magical power
poseeescd by ii Jew conjuror, nauiuil Philadulphia, wbicl; would not
De understood in Kuglibli.



Fkom earth I seem to wing my flight,
And sun myself in Heaven's pure light.

When thy sweet gaze meets mine
I dream I quatf ethereal dew,
When mine own form I mirror'd view

In those blue eyes divine !

Blest notes from Paradise atar.

Or strains from some benignant star

Enchant my ravish'd ear ;
My Muse feels then the shepherd's hour
When silv'ry tones of magic pov/er

Escape (hose lips so dear !

Young Loves around thee fan their wings -
Behind, the madden'd fir-tree springs.

As v/hen by Orpheus fir'd ;
The poles Avhiii round "u-ith swifter motion.
When in the dance, like waves o'er Ocean,

Thy footsteps float untir"d !

Thy look, if it but beam with love.
Could make the lifeless mai'ble move.

And hearts in r;)cks enshrine ;
My visions to reality
Will turn, if, Laura, in thine eye

I read — that thou art mine !


What unveils to me the yearning glow
Fix'd for ever to thy lips to grow ?
What tlie longing wish thy breatli to drink, —
In thy Being blest, in death to sink

When thy look steals o'er me ?


Ah ^hen Slaves without, r* sistance yield
To the Victor iu the; batth'-field,
So my Bi'uses in tlie inoTneut tly
O'er the I; ridge of Life tumultuoiisly

Wheuthou stand'stb^foremel

Speak ! Why should they from their Master roam ?
Do my Seuaes youder seek tlieir home ?
Or doscver'd brethren meet again,
Casting oil' the Body's h'avy chain,

Where thy foot hath Ughted?

Were our Beings once together twin'd ?
Was it therefore tl<at our bosoms pin'd ?
Were we in the light of suns now dead.
In the days of rapture long since fled,

Into One united ?

iyo ! we were so ! thou wert link'd with me,
in iEone that has ceas'd to be ;
On the mournful page of vauish'd time,
By my Muse were read these words sublime .

Nought thy love can sever I

And in Being closely twin'd and fair,
I too w'ondering saw it written there, —
We were then a Life, a Deity, —
And the world seem'd order'd then to lie

'Neatli our sway for ever.

And, to meet us, nectar-fountains still
Pour'd for ever fortli their blissful rill ;
Forcibly we broke the seal of Tilings,
And to Truth's bright sunny hill our wings

Joyously were soaring.

Laura, weep ! — this Deity hath flown,—
Thou and I his ruins are alone ;
By a thirst unquenchable we're driven
Our lost Being to embrace ; — tow'rd Heaven

Turns our gaze imploring.


Therefore, Laura, is tliis yearning glow
Fix'd for ever to tliy lips to grow,
And the longing wish thy breath to drink,
In thy Being blest, iu deatli to sink

When thy look steals o'er me j

And as Slaves without resistance yield,
To the Victor in the battle-field.
Therefore do my ravish'd Senses fly
O'er the bridge of Life tnmxiltuously,

When thou stand'st before me !

Therefore do they from their Master roam 1
Therefore do my Senses seek their home !
Casting off the Body's heavy chain,
Those long-sever'd brethren kiss again,

Hush'd is all their sighing !

And thoii, too — when on me fell thine eye.
What disclos'd thy cheek's deep-purisle dye ?
Tow'rd each other, like relations dear,
As an exile to his home draws near.

Were we not then Hying ?


Lauka, — in thy golden gaze

Burns the morning sunbeam's glow,

In thy cheek the red blood plays.
And thy tears, that pearl-like flow,
Eapture as their Mother know —

He whom those fair drops bedew,

Who therein a God can view.
All, the youth who thus rewarded sighs.

Sees new suns begin to rise !

And thy Spirit, bright and clear,
As the glassy waves appear,

Turns to May the Autumn sad ;
Deserts wild, inspiring fear.

In thy genial rays axe glad.


Distant Pnturo, gloomy, cold,
In thy star is turn'cl to golil ;
Smil'st thou at tlxi Grnces' harmony ?
I must Wiip those cliarma to sec !

Have not Night's all-dronded Powers

Uudennin'tl Eartli's fastness long ?
Yes ! onr proudly-soaring towers,

And onr cities, stately, strong.
All cm monUrring bones repose ;

From Decay their fragTant bloom
Drink thy flowers ; thy cuxTeut Hows

From the hollow of a — tomb !

Laura, yonder floating planets, see !

Let them of their Worlds discourse to thee I

'Neath their magic Circle's sway.

Thousand springs have puss'd away,

Thousand thrones the skies have sought.

Thousand fearful fights been fought.

Wouldst thou find their trace again,

Seek it on the iron plain !
Earlier, latei", ripe to pass
To the grave, — the wheels, alas,

Of the Planets clogg'd remain !

Thrice look around, — and lo ! the sun's bright raya
Li the death-night's Ocean quench their blaze ;
Ask me how thi' beums are f ann'd to flame 1
Dost thou boast thy sjiarkling eye,
Or thy cheek's fresh purple dye.
That for crumbling Mould first came ?
For the hues he lent to thee,
Maiile.n, Death with usury
Heavy interest soon will claim !

Maiden, do not scorn that mighty one !

On the cheek a fairer, brighter dye
Is, alas ! but Death's more beauteous throne ;

From behind that tlow'ry tapi^stry
Marks his prey tln^ Spoiler for his own,
Laura — in thy Worshipper confide !

'TiB tow rd Death aloue thine eyes now strain ;


And thy bsaming glances only drain
Life's frail lamp so niggardly supplied.
"Yet my pulses, " boastest tbou,

" Throb in joyous youthful play" — ■-
Ah ! the Tyrant's creatures now
Are but hast'ning tow'rds Decay.

And this smile the blast of Death
Scatters, as the zephyr's breath

Scatters rainbow-color'd foam.
Vain thou seek'st to find its trace,
E'en from Nature's spring-like grace.

E'en from Life, as from his home.
Sallies the Destroyers base I

Stripp'd of leaves I see tliy lifeless roses,

Pale and dead thy mouth so sweet of yore,
And thy cheek, that dimple soft discloses,

By the wintry tempest f urrow'd o'er.
Gloomy years "svill, gathering blacker, stronger.

Cloud the silver-spring ol Infancy —
Then will Laiira — Laura love no longer,

Then will Laura lovely cease to be 1

Maiden ! as an oak thy Bard still rears his head ;

Blunt against my rock-like youthful might
Falls the death-spear's shaft, its vigor fled ;

And my glances, — burning as the light
Of yon Heaven, — my Soul more firrcely glowing

Than the light of yon eternal Heaven,

O'er its own World's heaving Ocean driven^
Piling rocks and overthrowing ;

Boldly through the World my thoughts are sloering;
Nothing save their barriers fearing !

Glow'st thou, Laura ? — Swells thy haughty breast ?
Learn then. Maiden, that this drink bo blest.

That tliiscup of (xod-like seeming,

Laura, is with Poison teeming !

Hapless they who ever trust

Sparks divine to forge from dust !

Ah ! the boldest Harmony

'Mongst the notes but discord breeds, —


GeniuB, /i^lo'wnng Sparlc from high,

On Life's glim'ring lamp ]nzt feeda.

Liir'tl from Life's bright tlirone avay,

Ev'ry (Taolcr mnrka Jiimns his pvc-y !
Ah ! o'( n now, witli Bhamch-ss passion fir'd,
'Gainst me all my Spirits have conspir'd !
Let — I feel it— two short springs ilvt t by,

Laura — amltiiis tottering houso of clay
Will with fearful ruin on me lie,

Queuc"hi))g me in my self-ldndlcJ ray ! —

Weep'st thou, Laura ? — Be that tear denied
Which as Age's penance is supplied !

Hence ! away ! thou tear, thou sinner mean !
Wouldst thou, Laura, that my strength should sink?-^
That I trembling from that Sun should shrink

WTio the strijjliug's cagle-coui'se hath seen ?
That my bosom's heavenly liame so bright

'Neath a frozen heart's cold touch should perish ? —
That my Spirit should be reft of sight ? —

Must I curse the sins that most I cherish?

No ! away ! thou tear, thou sinner mean !
Break the flow 'ret in its fairest bloom !
Quencli, O Youtli, with that deep look of gloom,

Quench with bitter tears my torch's ray !
As when o'er the scene that most enthrals
On the tragic stage, the curtain falls

Though each shadow flies, — the crowds all-breathless
Btay !


Hark ! — the bells are tolling mournfully.

And the dial's hand hatii run its race.
In the name of God, so let it be !

Grave-attendants, — to the faial place I
Take, O World, this lust departing kiss !

Take, O World, these bitter tears away !
Yet thy Poison has a taste of bliss !

BoBom-poisoner, we are quit to-day !


Fare thee well, thou happiness of Earth,

Now to be exchang'd for oriiTubliug mould
Fare ye well, ye days of rosy birth,

That the maiden revell'd in of old !
Fare ye well, ye gold-embroider'd di'eams,

Heaven-descended Phantasies so briglit !
Ah, they perish'd in their morning beams,

Ne'er again to blossom to the light !

I was deck'd with rosy ribbons fair.

Clad in Innocence's swan-hke dress.
And my bright and loosely-flowing hair

Kosebuds sweet then carelessly did press.
"Woe, oil, woe ! though garments white still grace

Her who now is Hell's sad sacrifice,
Yet, alas, those rosy ribbons' place

Now the fillet black of Death supplies ,

Weep for me, oh, ye who never fell !

Ye for whom the guileless lily blows.
On whose gentle bosoms as they s^neii

Nature her heroic strength bestow.c '.
Woe ! — this heart has felt frail passion's QharmSy

Feeling now my judgment-sword xust be i
Woe ! — encircled in the False One's arms.
Slept my Virtue, — ah, too easily !

Ah, forgetting me, that serpent-heart

Makes Another now perchance its prey, — ■
Overflows, when I to Death depart,

At her toilet in some amorous play ! —
Sports, it may be, with his Maiden's hair,

Drink the kiss that she resi^onsive brings,
When xijion the death-block spurting there,

From my body, high the life-blood springs \

Joseph ! Joseph ! many a weary mile

May Louisa's d(Mit]i-song follow thee !
And the belfrcy's hollow peal the while

On thy startled ear strike fearfully 1
Wlien Love's soft and murmuring tones may swell

Tow'rd thee from some Maiden's tender lijas,
Sudden let them plant a Wound from Hell,

Where Joy's rosy foim its Being sips !


Traitor ! heeil'st tliou not Louisa's smart ? —

Not, thou Cruel on.^, a Womsiu's shame ? —
Not tlio unborn Lif;3 bonoath my hoart ? —

Not what c'cn tho ti-^cr fierce fl-ouUl tame ?
See ! his sails now proudly leavo this land.

Sadly aftia- thorn is turu'd mine eye,
Wliilo around tho on Seine's far strand,

Breathes he forth liis false and treach'rous sigh '.

And my baby, — wrapp'd in soft repose —

Calmly lay it on its mother's breast ;
In the beauty of the morning rose

t^ Vto^tly on me smilVl the infant blest.
Deadly-lovely was each feature fair

Of its blissful imago tow'rd me bent ;
While by Love and visions of Despair

Was its mother's toitured bosom rent.

" Woman, whcrc's my Father?"— Thus it spoke

In its innocent mute timnder tone ;
"Woman, whore's thy Spouse?" — responoivo bfuke

From my inmost heart, with heavy groan.
Him who now many other children kiss.

Orphan, thou, alas, wilt seek in vain I
Tiiou wilt curse the moment of our blibs

When the Bastard's name inflicts its Btaiiv

And thy mother — in her heart is Hell 1

Lonely sits she in wide Nature's All.
Thirsting ever at the blissful well.

Which thy sight converts to bitter gall.
Ah ! with ev'ry sound from thee ansu

Madden'd feelings of departed joy,
And Death's bitter arrow 'gainst me ilies,

From the smiling glances of ray Boy.

Hell surrounds me when thy form I miss ;

Hell, whene'er mine eyes thy form behold I
And the Furies' lash is now thy Idss,

That from his lips ravish'd me of old !
From the Grave his Oath still thunders back^

Ever does his Perjury kill on —
Here around me twined tho Hydra black,

Add the work of Murder soon waa dou« I


Joseph ! Joseph ! many a "weary mile

May the phantom dread thy steps pursue,
Catch thee in its ice-cokl arms the while,

Frora thy dreams ol rajjture wake thee, too !
May thine infant's dying gaze so sad

Glare down from the softly glimm'ring star,
Meet thee in its bloody vesture clad,

Scourge thee back from Paradise afar !

See ! there lay it lifeless at my feet —

Coldly staring, with a mind confus'd
Saw I then its Life-blood current fleet.

And my own Life with that current ooz'd ; —
Fearful iy the messengers of doom

Knock e'en now, — more fearfully my heart !
Gladly haste I, in the chilly tomb

Evermore to quench my burning smart.

Joseph ! thoii may'st pardon'd be by Heaven,

Th')u art pardon'd by the Sinner, too !
To the Earth my wrongs be hencefortli given !

Eake, ye Flame's, the Death-pile thro' and thro' 2
Joy I oh, Joy ! His letters burn on high,

And a conquering flame his oath devours.
While his kissf^s upwards blazing fly ! —

Yet was aught so dear in happier hours !

Sisters, trust your youthful roses ne'er.

Trust them ne'er to false Man's treach'rous vo-wl
Beauty for my Virtu* laid its snare, —

On the Place of Death I curse it now !
Tears ? — From stranglers' eyes can tears, then, gush ?

Let my face the bandage quickly vni
Hangman, canst not thou a lily crush?

Do not tremble, Hangman pale !


Tuno' the world which the Spirit creative and Jiind,
Fust form'd out of Chaos, I liy like the wiud,

Until on the Btrnnd

Of its billows Hand,
Mv anchor cast f irth where the breeze blows no more.
And Creation's last boundary stands on the shore.


I saw infant stars into Boiiic: ariso,

For tliousauds oi years tu mil ou throiigli the skies ;

I saw tJKmi ill play

Seek their goal far away. —
For a moment my fiigitive gaze wauderM on, —
I look'il roimd me, tmd lo ! — all these bright stars had
llown !

Madjy yearning to reach the dark KingdoBi of Night,
I boldly steer on -with the speed of Iho light ;

All misty and drear

The dim Heavens appear.
While embryo systems and seas at their source
Are whirling around the Sun- Wanderer's course.

When sudden a Pilgrim I see drawing near
Along the lone path. — " Stay ! ^Miat seekest thou

" My bark, tempest-tost,
" Seeks the world's distant coast,
•'I sail tow'rd the laud Avhere the breeze blows no

" And Creation's las* boundary stands on the shore."

" Stay, thou eflilest in vain ! 'Tis Infinity yonder !" —
" "Tis iNFTMTr, too, where thou, Pilgrim, wouldest
wander !

" Eagle thoughts that aspire,

" Let your proud pinions tire )
" For 'tis hero that sweet Phantasy, bold to the last,
" Her anchor iu hopeless dejection must east !"


MoimNFUii groans, as when the Tempest lowers,

Echo from the dreamy hous(^ of Woe ;
Death-notes rise from yonder Minster's towers I

Bearing out a youth they slowly go ;
Yes ! a ;)oath — unripe yet for the Bier,

Gather'd in the spring-time of his days.

* The youth's uamc was John Christian VTeckberlin.


Thrilling yet Avith pulses strong and clear,
Witli the flame tliat iu his bright eye plays —

Yes ! a Son — the Idol of his Mother,

(Oh, her moiu-ufiil sigh shows that too well !)

Yes ! my Bosom-friend, — alas, my Brother ! —
Up ! each 3fan, the sad procession swell !

Do ye boast, ye Pines, so grey and old,

Stoi-ms to brave, with thunderbolts to sport?
And ye Hills, that ye the Heavens uphold ?

And, ye Heavens, that ye the Snns support?
Boasts the greybeard, who on haughty Deeds

As on billows, seeks Perfection's height ?
Boasts the Hero, whom his Prowess leads

Up to the future Glory's Temple bright ?
If the gnawing Avorms the flow 'ret blast.

Who can madly think he ne'er decay ?
Who above, below, can hope to last,

If the young man's life thus fleets away?

Joyously his days of youth so glad
Danced along in rosy garb beclad,

And the world, the world was then so sweet !
And how kindly, how enchantingly
Smiled the Future, — with what golden eye

Did Life's Paradise his moments greet !
While the tear his Mother's eye escap'd,
Under him the Eealmof Shadows gap'd,

And the Fates his thread began to sever, —
Eai-th and Heaven then vanish 'd from his sightj,
From the Grave-Thought shrank he in aflfright-=

Sweet the world is to the Dying ever !

Dumb and deaf 'tis in that narrow place,

Deep the Slumbers of the Buried One \
Brother ! Ah, in ever-slack'ning race

All tftiy hopes their circuit cease to run !
Sunbenms oft thy Jiative hill still lave.

But their glow thou never more canst feel j
O'er its flowers the Ze])hyr'8 pinions wave,

O'er thine ear its murmur ue'er can steal ;


Love will never tiiige thine eye with pfoUl,
Ne'er wilt thou embrace tliy l)looniing britle.

Not e'en tliongli our tears iu t(jrr(;ntH rollM —
Death must now thine eye for ever hide !

Yet 'tis well ! — for precious is thy Eest,

In that narrow house the Sleep is calm ;
Tliere, with llai)tui-o, Sorrow leaves the breast, —

Man's afHictious there no loupe rliarm.
Slander may now wildly rave o'er thee,

And Temptation vomit Poison Fell,
O'er thee wi'augle on the Pharisee,

Miird'nms bigots banish thee to Hell !
Rogues beneath Apostle-masks may leer,

And the Bastard Child of Justice play,
As it were with dice Avith mankind here.

And so on, until the Judgment Day !

O'er thea F-^rf une still may juggle on,

For her piim->ns blindly look around, —
Man now totters on lii.s slagTering thronej

And iu di-eary i.nddles now be found !
Blest art thou, witt iu thy narrow cell!

To this stir of tra,y-comedy,
To these Forhine-Wfir^s tl>ut madly swell.

To this vain and chiJu'sh Lotteiy,
To this busy crowd etlectiup naught.

To this rest with labor teenruig o'er.
Brother ! — to this Heaven w ith devils fraught.

Now thine eyes have closed lor evermore.

Fare thee well, oh, thou to memory dear.

By our blessings luU'd to slumbers sweet '
Sleep on calmly iu thy prison drear,—

Sleep on calmly till agaui we meet '
Till the loud Almighty trumpet sounds,

Echoing through these corpse-encumber'd hills,
Till God's storm-wind, biu'sting through the bounds

Placed by Death, with Life those Coriisas tills —
Till, impregnate! with Jehovah's blast,

Graves bring forth, and at His menace dread.
In the smoke of Planets melting fast,

Once again the tombs give up theii- Dead I


Not in Worlds, as dreamt of by the Wise,

Not in Heavens, as sung in Poets' song,
Not in e'en the People's Paradise —

Yet we shall o'ertake thee, and ere long.
Is that true which cheer 'd the Pilgrim's gloom ?

Is it true that Thoughts can yonder be ?
True, that Virtue guides us o'er the tomb ?

Thi.t 'tis more than empty Phantasy ?
All these riddles are to thee uuveil'd !

Truth thy Soul ecstatic now drinks up,
Truth in radiance thousandfold exhal'd

From the Mighty Father's blissful cup.

Dark and silent Bearers draw, then, nigh !

To the Slayer serve the Feast the while !
Cease, ye Mourners, cease your wailing cry !

Dust on dust upon the Body pile !
fVTiere's the Man who God to tempt presumes ?

Where the eye that through the Gulf can see ?
Holy, holy, holy art thou, God of Tombs !

We, with awful trembling, worship Thee !
Dust may back to native diist be ground,

From its crumbling house the Spirit fly.
And the storm its ashes strew around, —

But its Love, its Love shall never die !


With a dull, heavy tread.

Like a storm-cloud o'erhead.
Moves the march through the wide plain so green ;

And the field for the stilfe,

Where the stake is man's life.
In its boundless expanse is now seen.

Tow'rd the ground ev'ry eye is uneasily cast,

And each wai-rior's heart 'gainst his ribs beateth fast.

To the front now the Major with thunderiug i)ace
Gallops on past each pallid and death-lighte<l face —

Halt !
A id the regiments obey that stern word of command^
T idle in eileuce unbroken the front takes its stand.


Glittering in tlu- ninriiing beam,
Bee ye on yon bill tbo gleam ?
Is't tbe banner of the foe ?
Yes, their waving liag we know 1

Wife and liildren of my love,
God jwotect ye from above !

Now merrily, mennly rise on tlie ear
The roll of the dnim and the fife's note so clear ;
Oh ! hark to the wildly harmonious tone,
flovr it thrills through the marrow and thtills throu^
vbe bone !

God be witb ye, comrades bi'ave, —
We shall meet beyond the grave !

Soon the vivid ligbtning flashes.
Soon the rolling thunder crashes

From the fierce artillery ;
Eyelids quiver, — loud are heard
Feai-ful soiinds, — the signal word

Through each rank runs rapidly.
In God's name, so let it be ! —
Ev'17 breast now breathes more free.

Death is loose, the din grows louder, —

Sharper rings the musketry ;
Driven by the deadly powder

Iron bullets fill the sky.

Almost touching each other the armies now stand, —
From platoon to platoon runs the word of command :

" Make ready ! " with tiiundering roar ;
And sudden the foremobt on knee sinking low,
Their death-laden wenpons dischai'ge on the foe,

But many, aias ! rise no more.
By the grapeshot resistless whole ranks are o'erthrown ;
Bui a:^ fast as the ranks in th(> front are mown down.

O'er their bcdi* s tlie liimlcr ranks pour.

Pevasfntion sjwcads 'iroiJiid,
TVliole battalions bite the ground.



The sun now sinks to rest, — hot burns the fight.
While o'er the armies broods the murky eight.

God be with ye, comrades brave, —
We shall meet beyond the grave !

The life-blood in torrents spurts high as the head,

The living confusedly mix with the dead ;

The foot as it moves stumbles over the slain,

While the conflict 'gins raging more wildly again.

''What, Frank! And thou, too?"— "Kiss my Char-
lotte for me ! "

'' Aye, Friend, that I will ! . , Good God ! Comrades,
see, see,
" How the grapeshot bursts full on our rear !

"... I will kiss her for thee ! Now in jDeace slumbeK

" While I, left, alas ! in the world all-alone,
*' Seek the fast-falling balls without fear."


Now hither, and now thither bends the fight,
Still murkier o'er the armies broods the night.

God be with ye, comrades brave, —
We shall meet beyond the grave !

What means this sudden trampling sound ?
The Adjutants are flying round,
Dragoons are rattling 'gaiust the foe,
TVTiose thuud'riug guns are lying low,
While they in all directions fly, —
Hurrah, my Comrades, Victoiy !
Their coward limbs in terror shrink.

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