Lieder im Volkston [first published as Neun Lieder im Volkston]

Song Cycle by Niels Wilhelm Gade (1817 - 1890)

Word count: 2020

1. Frühlingsgruß [sung text checked 1 time]

Leise [zieht]1 durch mein Gemüt
Liebliches Geläute,
Klinge, kleines Frühlingslied,
Kling hinaus ins Weite.

[Kling]2 hinaus bis an das Haus,
Wo die [Blumen]3 sprießen,
Wenn du eine Rose schaust,
Sag, ich laß sie grüßen.

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  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Groet", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Marty Lucas) , "Sweet chimes are softly filling my soul", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Un charmant carillon", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Saluto", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • POL Polish (Polski) (Aleksander Kraushar) , "Cicho płynie", Warsaw, Gebethner i Wolff, first published 1880

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1 Quiteria: "klingt"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 Grieg: "Zieh"
3 Gade, Grieg, Urspruch: "Veilchen"

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1. Lightly borne on music’s wing [sung text checked 1 time]

Lightly borne on music’s wing
Cheerful tones are swelling;
Go, thou little lay of Spring,
Far as yonder dwelling!
 
Seek the house with violets gay,
And should’st thou be meeting
With a rose upon thy way,
Give to her my greeting!

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1. Au printemps [sung text checked 1 time]

Dans mon cœur j’entends vibrer
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2. Abendreihn [sung text checked 1 time]

"Guten Abend, lieber Mondenschein!
Wie blickst mir so traulich ins Herz hinein!
Nun sprich, und laß dich nicht lange fragen,
Du hast mir gewiß einen Gruß zu sagen,
    Einen Gruß von meinem Schatz!" --

"Wie [sollt']1 ich bringen den Gruß zu dir?
[Du hast ja]2 keinen Schatz bei mir;
Und was mir da unten die [Burschen]3 sagen,
Und was mir die Frauen und Mädchen klagen,
    Ei, das versteh' ich nicht." --

"Hast Recht, [mein]4 lieber Mondenschein,
Du darfst auch Schätzchens Bote nicht sein;
Denn thätst [du zu tief]5 ihr ins Auge sehen,
Du könntest ja nimmermehr untergehen,
    Schienst ewig nur für sie.“

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Confirmed withGedichte von Wilhelm Müller, mit Einleitung und Anmerkungen herausgegeben von Max Müller, Erster Theil, Leipzig: F.A. Brockhaus, 1868, page 34

1 Draeseke, Fischhof: "soll"
2 Draeseke, Fischhof: "Hab' ich doch"
3 Draeseke: "Bursche"
4 Draeseke, Fischhof: "du"
5 Gade: "zu tief du"

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2. Good evening, dearest moon, to thee [sung text checked 1 time]

Good evening, dearest moon, to thee!
Why look’st thou so merrily down on me?
Now speak, nor let me my brain be tasking;
Thou hast, I am sure, a gift for the asking,
    A message from my belov’d.
 
How should I bring a gift to thee?
No treasure of thine was left with me:
And with no message can I be laden,
Since for vain prattle of wife or maiden
    Nothing at all care I.
 
Thou art not, gentle moon, to blame!
I would not tell thee my darling’s name;
For, did’st thou look in her eyes so bright,
The rest of the world would lose thy light,
    Thou would’st shine for her alone.

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2. Clair de lune [sung text not yet checked]

Clair de lune, doux ami
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3. My heart’s in the Highlands [sung text checked 1 time]

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here:
My heart's in the Highlands, a chasing the deer;
[Chasing]1 the wild deer, and following the roe --
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birthplace of valour, the country of worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
 
Farewell to the mountains high [cover’d]2 with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green [valleys]3 below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a chasing the deer;
[Chasing]1 the wild deer, and following the roe --
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

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  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Josef Václav Sládek) , "Mé srdce je v horách"
  • POL Polish (Polski) (Jan Kasprowicz) , "Me serce jest w górach", Warsaw, first published 1907

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Confirmed withThe Works of Robert Burns, London: T. Tegg, Cheapside; C. Daly, Red Lion Square, MDCCCXL, page 384.

1 Arditti: "A-chasing"
2 Arditti: "covered"
3 Gade: “vallies” (likely a typo)

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3. Vers les cîmes [sung text checked 1 time]

Mon cœur vers les cîmes
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3. Mein Herz ist im Hochland [sung text checked 1 time]

   Mein Herz ist im Hochland, mein Herz ist nicht hier!
Mein Herz ist im Hochland, im wald'gen Revier!
Da jag' ich das Rothwild, da folg' ich dem Reh,
Mein Herz ist im Hochland, wo immer ich geh'.
 
   Mein Norden, mein Hochland, [lebt]1 wohl, ich muß ziehn!
Du Wiege von Allem, was stark und was kühn!
Doch, wo ich auch wandre und wo ich auch bin,
Nach den Hügeln des Hochlands steht allzeit mein Sinn!
 
   Lebt wohl, ihr Gebirge mit Häuptern voll Schnee,
Ihr Schluchten, ihr Thäler, du schäumender See,
Ihr Wälder, ihr Klippen, so grau und bemoos't,
Ihr Ströme, die zornig durch Felsen ihr tos't!
 
   Mein Herz ist im Hochland, mein Herz ist nicht hier!
Mein Herz ist im Hochland, im wald'gen Revier!
Da jag ich das Rothwild, da folg ich dem Reh,
Mein Herz ist im Hochland, wo immer ich geh!

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Confirmed with Ferdinand Freiligrath, Cassel: Ernst Balde, 1852, page 76.

Note: in Gade's score, this poem is misattributed to Wilhelm Müller.
1 Tomášek: "leb"

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4. Schottisches Wiegenlied [sung text checked 1 time]

Schlaf, Söhnchen! dein Vater war eisenumhüllt
Ein Ritter! deine Mutter war lieblich und mild!
Vom Thurme sieh' nieder: des Waldes Revier,
Die Schluchten, die Berge, sie prangen nur dir!1
 
O, fürchte das Horn nicht, wie laut es auch dröhnt;
Den Wächtern nur, die dich beschützen, es tönt;
Sie spannen den Bogen, ihr Schwert raucht von Blut,
Eh' feindlich ein Bube dir Leides anthut.1
 
Schlaf Söhnchen! die Zeit kommt, wo panzerbedeckt
Das Horn und die Trommel vom Schlummer dich weckt,
Drum schlafe, mein Liebling, noch darfst du's ja thun;
Als Mann mußt du kämpfen, kannst nimmermehr ruhn!1

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Confirmed withGedichte von Ferdinand Freiligrath Stuttgart und Tübingen: Verlag der J.G. Cotta’schen Buchhandlung, 1838, page 390

1 Gade adds "O schlafe!"

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4. O hush thee, my baby! [sung text checked 1 time]

O, hush thee, my [babie]1, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both [lovely]2 and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the [towers]3 which we see,
They are all belonging, dear [babie]1, to thee.
    [O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.]4
 
O, fear not the bugle, [though]5 loudly it blows,
It calls but the [warders]6 that guard thy repose;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
    [O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.]4
 
O, hush thee, my [babie]1, the time soon will come,
When thy sleep shall be broken [by]7 trumpet and drum;
Then hush thee, my [darling]1, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
    [O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.]4

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1 Gade: "baby"
2 Sullivan: "gentle"
3 Gade: "tow’r"; Sullivan: "tow’rs"
4 Omitted by Sullivan; replaced with "O sleep, o sleep!" by Gade
5 Gade: "tho’"
6 Gade: "wand’rers" (possible typo)
7 Gade: "with"

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4. Berceuse écossaise [sung text checked 1 time]

Sommeille ! ton père fut un chevalier
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5. Reiselied [sung text checked 1 time]

Durch Feld und Buchenhallen, 
bald singend, bald fröhlich still, 
recht lustig sei vor allen, 
wer's Reisen wählen will. 

Wenn's kaum im Osten glühte, 
die Welt noch still und weit:
da weht recht durchs Gemüte 
die schöne Blütenzeit ! 

Der Lerch' als Morgenbote 
sich in die Lüfte schwingt, 
eine frische Reisenote 
durch Wald und Herz erklingt.

O Lust, vom Berg zu schauen 
weit über Wald und Strom, 
hoch über sich den blauen 
[tiefklaren]1 Himmelsdom ! 

Vom Berge [Vöglein]2 fliegen 
und Wolken so geschwind, 
Gedanken überfliegen 
die Vögel und den Wind. 

Die Wolken ziehn hernieder, 
das Vöglein senkt sich gleich, 
Gedanken gehn und Lieder 
[fort bis ins]3 Himmelreich.

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  • ENG English (Linda Godry) , "Song of travel", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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1 Hensel: "den klaren"
2 Hensel: "Vögel"
3 Hensel: "bis in das"

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5. Through fields and halls of learning [sung text checked 1 time]

Through fields and halls of learning,
Now silent and now with song,
His heart in rapture burning,
The trav’ller speeds along.
 
While in the east are glowing
The first faint beams of day,
The flow’rs of thought are blowing
To cheer his onward way!
 
The lark proclaims the morning,
As high in the air it springs;
The trav’ller knows the warning,
And hails the toil it brings.
 
O joy! from some tall mountain,
To gaze with looks of love
On wood, and stream, and fountain,
And clear blue skies above!
 
The birds abroad are flying,
The clouds do not lag behind;
But human thoughts are hieing
More swift than bird or wind.
 
The birds will soon be dropping,
The clouds dissolve in rain;
But thought and song ne’er stopping
Will reach to heav’n’s domain.

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5. Le chant du voyage [sung text checked 1 time]

N'ayant que Dieu pour maître
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6. Heidenröslein [sung text checked 1 time]

Sah ein Knab' ein Röslein stehn,
Röslein auf der Heiden,
War so jung und morgenschön,
Lief er schnell es nah zu sehn,
Sah's mit vielen Freuden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein roth,
Röslein auf der Heiden.
 
Knabe sprach: ich breche dich,
Röslein auf der Heiden!
Röslein sprach: ich steche dich,
Daß du ewig denkst an mich,
Und ich will's nicht leiden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein roth,
Röslein auf der Heiden.
 
Und der wilde Knabe brach
's Röslein auf der Heiden;
Röslein wehrte sich und stach,
Half [ihr]1 doch kein Weh und Ach,
Mußt' es eben leiden.
Röslein, Röslein, Röslein roth,
Röslein auf der Heiden.

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  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CHI Chinese (中文) (Yen-Chiang Che) , "野地上的小玫瑰", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Karel Dostál-Lutinov) , "Růžička"
  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jan Evangelista Nečas) , "Růže pustých polí"
  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Otokar Fischer) , "Růžička"
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Heideroosje", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Walter Meyer) , "Rose blossom on the heath", copyright © 1996, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Michael P. Rosewall) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ESP Esperanto (Ludwik Lejzer Zamenhof) , "La rozeto"
  • FIN Finnish (Suomi) (Valter Juva) , "Ruusu metsätiellä"
  • FRE French (Français) [singable] (Bélanger) , "Rose sauvage"
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Petite rose de la lande", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Confirmed with Goethe's Werke, Vollständige Ausgabe letzter Hand, Erster Band, Stuttgart und Tübingen, in der J.G.Cotta'schen Buchhandlung, 1827, page 17.

First published in a different version by Johann Gottfried Herder in 1772 with the title "Fabelliedchen", and again in 1779 with the title "Röschen auf der Heide" (see below).

1 Reichardt: "ihm"

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6. La petite rose des bruyères [sung text checked 1 time]

Une rose en fleur s’ouvrait
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6. The rose-bud on the heather [sung text checked 1 time]

Once a boy a rose did view,
Rose-bud on the heather!
And so young and fair it grew,
That to see it near he flew,
Through the summer weather;
Rose-bud, rose-bud, rose-bud red,
Rose-bud on the heather!
 
Spoke the boy: I gather thee,
Rose-bud on the heather!
Said the rose: My thorn for thee!
Thou shalt long remember me,
If thou wilt me gather.
Rose-bud, rose-bud, rose-bud red,
Rose-bud on the heather!
 
And the boy the rose-bud broke,
Rose-bud on the heather!
Soon he felt the vengeful stroke,
And the sudden pain, awoke
Sighs and groans together.
Rose-bud, rose-bud, rose-bud red,
Rose-bud on the heather!

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7. Spanisches Lied [sung text checked 1 time]

Nelken wind' ich und Jasmin,
Und es denkt mein Herz an ihn.
 
Nelken all', ihr flammenroten,
Die der Morgen mir beschert,
Zu ihm send' ich euch als Boten
Jener Glut, die mich verzehrt;
Und ihr weißen Blüten wert,
Sanft mit Düften grüßet ihn,
Sagt ihm, daß ich bleich vor Sehnen,
Daß ich auf ihn harr' in Tränen --
[Nelken wind' ich und Jasmin.]1
 
Tausend Blumen, tauumflossen,
Find' ich neu im Tal erwacht;
[Alle sind]1 erst heut' entsprossen;
Aber hin ist ihre Pracht,
Wenn der nächste Morgen lacht.
Sprich, du duftiger Jasmin,
Sprecht, ihr flammenroten Nelken,
Kann so schnell auch Liebe welken?
Ach, es denkt mein Herz an ihn!3

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  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Boodschap", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Message", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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1Schumann here repeats the second line of the poem, "Und es denkt mein Herz an ihn."
2 Gade: "sind alle"
3Schumann here inserts a repetition the first two lines.

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7. Jasmine twine with gilly-flower [sung text checked 1 time]

Jasmine twine with gilly-flow’r,
Since my heart is in his pow’r!
 
Gilly-flow’r, so redly flaming,
Through the sober morning grey,
Tell him (nought my bosom taming)
Thus my heart consumes away;
And ye paler blossoms lay
At his feet your dew, and say:
That I too am pale with longing,
That like dew my tears are thronging!
 
Sweetest flow’rs, by thousands growing
In the vale (a lovely sight!)
Which were all at sunrise blowing,
Will have lost their beauty bright
Ere another morning’s light.
Tell me then, thou jasmine white!
And thou gilly-flow’r discover,
If a day have chang’d my lover!

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7. Chanson espagnole [sung text checked 1 time]

Sous le ciel tout parfumé
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8. Das Zigeunermädchen [sung text checked 1 time]

Klinge, klinge, mein Pandero,
Doch an andres denkt mein Herz.
 
Wenn du, muntres Ding, verständest
Meine Qual und sie empfändest,
Jeder Ton, den du entsendest,
Würde klagen meinen Schmerz.
 
Bei des Tanzes Drehn und Neigen
Schlag' ich wild den Takt zum Reigen,
Daß nur die Gedanken schweigen,
Die mich mahnen an den Schmerz.
 
Ach, ihr Herrn, dann will im Schwingen
Oftmals mir die Brust zerspringen,
Und zum Angstschrei wird mein Singen,
Denn an andres denkt mein Herz.

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Confirmed with Volkslieder und Romanzen der Spanier im Versmasse des Originals verdeutscht durch Emanuel Geibel, Berlin: Verlag von Alexander Duncker, 1843, page 26


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8. La Bohémienne [sung text checked 1 time]

Sonne, sonne, ma mandore
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8. The Gipsy girl [sung text checked 1 time]

Tinkle, tinkle, my Pandero!
But my heart is full of woe.
 
Could’st thou, merry things, be guessing
All my secret thoughts distressing,
Ev’ry note were soon expressing
Gentle pity for my pain.
 
When the dance around is wheeling,
To my music, bending, reeling,
'Tis but outward show concealing
From the world my bosom’s pain.
 
Oft, when I am lightly springing,
Such deep woe my heart is wringing,
That, amid my loudest singing,
Notes of anguish speak my pain.

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9. Maifeier [sung text checked 1 time]

Ein Kukuk hier, sein Buhle dort, 
Wo hohe Wipfel ragen! 
Horch, ringsum klingt es munter fort, 
Was sie ohn' Ende fragen:

»O sagt, was könnte schöner sein, 
Was süßer unterm Süßen, 
Als obenher der Sonnenschein, 
Und frisches Grün zu Füßen?

Was könnte, saget, schöner sein, 
Was süßer unterm Süßen, 
Als wenn zwei Herzen, jung und fein, 
Im Mai sich freundlich grüßen?«

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9. The delight of May [sung text checked 1 time]

A cuckoo here, and there his mate,
Amid the foliage seated,
A tale of pleasure did relate,
And without end repeated:
 
"Oh say, what can more joyous be,
What more can heav’n bequeath us,
Than o’er our head the sun to see,
And freshest green beneath us?
 
What can more happy be, declare?
What sweeter 'mid the sweetest,
Than when two lovers young and fair,
In May, thou bravely greetest?"

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9. Chant de mai [sung text checked 1 time]

O gais oiseaux
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10. Die Nachtigall [sung text checked 1 time]

Vom fernen Süd' komm' ich auf Frühlingsschwingen
Um mit dem Sommer Freude dir zu bringen.
Zur Abendzeit, wenn Blumendüfte wallen
Im Buchenhain lass ich mein Lied erschallen.
 
Du fromme Seele, drückt dich schwere Sorge,
Am Abend komm, und meinem Sange horche.
Ich kenne Liebeslust und Liebesschmerzen,
Ich schaffe Trost dem gramgebeugten Herzen.
 
Ich bin nicht schön, doch meine Lieder könnten
Mit reichem Trost dein schmerzlich Seufzen wenden.
O möchten bei des armen Vögleins Singen
Im Buchenhain in's Aug' dir Thränen dringen.
 
Verschliess, o Mensch, dein Ohr nicht meinen Sängen!
O wenn sie rührend dir zu Herzen drängen.
Kannst du an ihnen dich mit Lust erlaben,
Wirst Liebe stets in deiner Brust du haben.

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10. The nightingale [sung text checked 1 time]

In wake of Spring, from sunny South I hasten,
The early Summer joys for thee to chasten.
And when the air is fragrant of sweet flowers,
I sing my lays, my lays in leafy bowers.
 
Sad heart! and should’st thou be o’erwhelm’d with sorrow,
Then come and of my song sweet comfort borrow.
I know the joys of love, its bitter anguish.
My song oft brings relief to hearts that languish.
 
I am not fair, and yet my songs have power
To soothe the aches of many a painful hour.
Whenever thou unto my song shalt listen
In beechen grove, with tears thine eyes will glisten.
 
Turn not away thine ear then from my singing,
But let it through thine inmost heart go ringing.
Then it will gently speed thy sweet endeavor
And love will bide within thine heart forever.

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