Some of these poems were written just for Robbie; others were written for
friends who had lost loved ones. All of them express not only my grief but also
my joy at knowing we will see our loved ones again.

I am more than happy to share any of my poems with other bereaved parents. 
You may freely copy as many of my poems as you like, but PLEASE LIST ME
AS THE AUTHOR and please also link back to my site ( http://www.robbiesmith.com )
so that others may find this page, too.
I will gladly re-write one of my poems to match your child's circumstances.




Whenever Precious Children Die

Whenever precious children die,
We cannot help but ask, "Lord, why?"
"Why would You take this little one
With so much of life still left undone?"
And yet we know You have a plan,
Though we may never understand,
And from the time of each child's birth,
You know when each will leave this earth.
And though our years be long or few,
We ultimately dwell with You;
And only You know when we've met
All the goals that You have set
For each of us to meet down here;
So never need there be a fear
That there has been some dread mistake,
For errors, Lord, You never make.
And, so, although we know not why,
We know it was his time to die,
And that with Jesus hand in hand,
He walked into Your Promised Land.
Of course, we cannot help but grieve--
We were not willing that he leave,
And we will mourn his loss each day
And miss his sweet and loving ways.
We'll think on days both bright and drear,
"If only Rob were with us here...."
We know our hearts will always ache,
But us, O Lord, You'll ne'er forsake;
All our sorrow You will share
And our pain You'll help us bear.
And still, O Lord, we trust Your plan--
We know one day we'll understand,
When we can meet You face to face
And You will all our tears erase.
So may it comfort us somehow
To know he lives in heaven now,
And that with Jesus, hand in hand,
He walked into Your Promised Land.

Saralyn McAfee Smith

(I actually wrote this for some friends, but I have modified it for Robbie.)




Never Ready to Say Goodbye

We're never ready to say goodbye
To someone we hold dear.
If it were up to us, sweet Rob,
We'd always keep you here.
But God has reasons of His own
And plans we do not know,
And these are always for our good,
Though it may seem not so.
Our arms are empty, and our hearts
Are filled with tears and grief,
For we who loved each day with you,
Now find those days too brief.
Yet if only we could heaven see,
We'd know you're happy there,
And we would never call you back
When such great joy you share.
And so we'll trust you to God's great care
And know some day, once more,
We'll hold you to our hearts again
When we reach heaven's shore.

Saralyn McAfee Smith

(Again, this was originally written for friends, but I have changed the wording slightly for Robbie.)





Oh, Robbie Boy


Oh, Robbie boy, our Lord, our Lord came calling
And took you home to heaven with Him to be;
Now I'm alone and all my tears are falling,
For your sweet smile on earth no more I'll see.
You'll not come back, but someday I will join you;
When Jesus calls me, I'll be glad to go,
For He will take me to you far beyond the blue---
Oh, Robbie boy, oh, Robbie boy, I love you so!

Oh, Robbie boy, your days on earth seemed far too few,
And never did I think you'd have to go
Without a chance to hold you close and bid adieu---
Oh, Robbie boy, oh, Robbie boy, I miss you so!
And yet I know that you are happy, oh, my dear,
For all your pain and troubles now are through;
And when my time for leaving this sad earth is near,
I know for sure that I'll be joining you.

Oh, Robbie boy, I don't know how long I'll be here;
I only know my Lord has work for me;
So when I'm sad, I'll try to dry up all my tears
And think, instead, how happy you must be.
And someday when my work down here on earth is done,
He'll come and take me to that golden shore,
Where we will be forever happy, precious one,
And death and pain and tears will be no more.

With love always,
Mom







A Year Later

Am I different now?
Sometimes it seems that way--
That I have only one identity:
A mother who has lost a child.
Do others think of me that way, too?
The pain has seared my very soul
And left scars on my psyche.
Do they show?
Do strangers mark me as one who mourns?
I do sometimes laugh now,
But I never truly forget.
I remember HIS laughter
And wish I could hear it once more.
I feel guilty whenever I forget for even an instant
That he is gone and will never come back.
But my heart goes on beating
And my lungs go on breathing
And the days go on passing,
One by one.
I begin to take small pleasures,
Just baby steps at first--
Sights or sounds or colors or tastes.
But soon I am running again
And sometimes I even feel joy.
Then I remember
What joy HE always found in life,
And then I don't feel guilty any more.
I can almost see him smile
As I finally learn this lesson.

Saralyn McAfee Smith

(Written in March, 2001, one year after Robbie died.)




Missing You

A year has come and gone now
Since you had to go away,
And I am not the same Mom
You used to see each day.

My face is stiff and frozen,
To try to hide the pain,
But oft my eyes betray me,
For my tears still fall like rain.

I try to go on living,
For my precious family's sake,
But no one knows I spend the nights,
Tossing, wide awake.

It seems the world has changed, too,
The colors all seem dull,
And everything seems empty,
Like a sunken liner's hull.

I try to wear a smile sometimes,
To make them think I'm fine,
But if they look into my eyes,
They see a different sign.

For emptiness pervades me
And sadness fills my life,
Though I do my best to hide it
And cover up my strife.

Somehow this anniversary
Makes your loss seem much more real,
Though I've spent the last year trying
To deny and not to feel.

I know you're happy, Robbie,
You're well and healthy, too,
But I can't help the way I feel,
For I am missing you.

I don't know how I'll stand the years
That stretch before me now,
I'll have to trust in Jesus' love
And treasure His sweet vow

That someday I will get to go
To heaven where you are,
And once again I'll hold you,
My precious, shining star.

Loving You and Missing You with All My Heart,
Mom - Saralyn McAfee Smith






For Robbie, Who Should Have Been 18 Today (9/8/2001)

How melancholy now this day when you were born--
A day we used to greet with balloons and streamers and song.
How I loved to see the smile on your face and in your eyes
As you saw the surprises we had hidden away.
You jumped with excitement at the thought of the party to
come
With all your special friends
And games and music and prizes and fun--
And, of course, best of all, the cake made just for you,
Embellished with your name and age and all ablaze with
candles.
Oh, the magic of closing your eyes and making the perfect
wish
That was sure to come true!
Now, the only wish that I would ever make
Can never come to pass--
For you cannot return.
A great longing to see you and hold you and kiss you
Comes over me and brings me down.
Still, even in my grief, come flashes
Of memories that can never fade--
The sweetness of your smile and voice,
The goodness of your soul.
And deep within me rises again
The hope that we will meet once more,
In God's own time and place.
Happy birthday, my precious son!

Saralyn McAfee Smith



A Soul-Searching Prayer on Robbie's 2nd Anniversary

Dear Lord, I ask Your blessing,
For I am still in pain.
I never thought I'd make it
To March 15th again.

This year has seemed much harder
Than I ever thought it would.
I thought that if I made it through
The first year, I'd be good.

But each day seems much tougher
Than the one that came before.
I truly hoped my pain would be
Lesser and not more.

The cloud of fog has lifted
But the pain seems more severe.
I don't think I can make it
Through another grief-filled year.

The months ahead, my dear Lord,
Will be especially tough,
For Robbie's classmates graduate.
Have I not cried enough?

While the other parents celebrate,
My eyes will fill with tears.
And it somehow doesn't seem right
That Rob's been gone two years.

Give me the strength to make it through
And help my soul to see
That Robbie's safe and whole with You,
For all eternity.

Help me to feel his presence near,
The brush of angel wings,
Teach me once again to smile,
Help my spirit sing.

Turn my mourning into dancing,
As You said You would,
Help my spirit look to heaven
And to see the good.

For I know that life's eternal
When we give our hearts to You,
And someday I will be in heaven
When life on earth is through.

Let me dwell on that glad hope
And not on tears and pain.
Someday I will live with You
And be with Rob again.

Robbie's Mom Forever and Ever,
Saralyn McAfee Smith





Song for Robbie

(September 8, 1983 to March 15, 2000)


Had we only know, Robbie, dear,
That when the month of March came round this year
We'd no longer see your loving face
Or your happy smile and your sunny grace,
We'd no doubt have gazed at you hard and long,
And listened as well to the lovely song
Which always surrounded your every word
And which from now till forever will be unheard,
Except, of course, in the hearts and minds
Of the friends and family you've left behind;
But we'll carry forever that song--and a prayer--
And whenever we think of you, you will be there
To gladden our hearts you lived with us a while,
And shared your sweet song and your face and your smile.


Saralyn McAfee Smith


(Like other poems, this one was originally written for the child of friends, but I have modified it here for Robbie.)






Will I Forget?

After three long years of missing you,
I have a newborn fear;
That as time goes by, my mind will fail,
And your memory won't be clear.

Already I have problems in
Remembering the sound
Your sweet voice made in speaking--
Oh, where can it be found?

I have photos by the hundreds,
And your face will always be
Engraved upon my very heart,
For you're the heart of me.

But how I long to hear your voice
And see your loving smile!
To gaze upon your precious face,
And talk with you a while.

I can't believe it's been three years--
It seems like yesterday;
Yet it also seems a million years
Since you went away.

Time doesn't work the way it did
When you were still on earth;
Sometimes it crawls, sometimes it flies,
It's hard to know time's worth.

But three years gone is three years less
I have to live alone,
And as the years roll slowly by,
Someday I'll be called Home.

And then I'll get to be with you,
For all eternity,
How precious, then, will be our time,
Each day a symphony!

Oh, always, I'll remember you
And all the things you are,
You are my son, my precious child,
My brightly shining star.

I will remember!

Loving you ever, forgetting you never,
Mom
Saralyn McAfee Smith







Cherished Memories

Oh, happy days when you were here,
And every day was so much fun!
It never once occurred to me
That you would have to leave us, son.

Whenever I am sad or blue,
I stretch across the wall of time
To find you still within my heart,
With all our memories sublime.

No longer can I touch your hair,
No longer see you face to face,
But with the treasures in my heart,
I can your memory embrace.

And Time is not your master now,
For you can any age assume---
The lanky youth you had become,
Or baby fair, with heaven's bloom.

I see you racing down the hill,
Or fast asleep in Daddy's chair;
Whatever age or form you take,
You always seem so wondrous fair!

My precious babe with golden curls,
My stalwart son with blazing smile---
No matter what you are today
Will surely my sad heart beguile.

So, come and cheer my weary self;
Come and lift my downcast heart.
You are my own, my precious son,
And I have loved you from the start.

So, from my cherished memories,
You run and walk and smile once more,
To keep me company here below
Till we unite at Heaven's door.

Written with love for my beloved son, Robbie
Robert Hampton Smith, September 8, 1983 ~ March 15, 2000




'CROSS THE RIVER JORDAN


(To the Tune of "Shenandoah")

(In loving memory of Robert Hampton Smith)

Oh, Robbie, dear, I miss your sweet smile!
Away, you've flown away!
Seems like it's been a long, long while.
Away, you've flown away 'cross the River Jordan.

For sixteen years, I loved you dearly.
Away, you've flown away!
For all my life, I'll miss you fiercely.
Away, you've flown away 'cross the River Jordan.

And, Robbie, dear, I miss your laughter!
Away, you've flown away!
But someday soon I'll follow after.
Away, I'll fly away cross the River Jordan.

And when I reach that golden shore
Away, across that river,
I'll be with you forevermore
Away, we'll be away 'cross the River Jordan.

And then once more I'll hear your laughter,
Away across that river;
And we'll be happy ever after,
Away, when we're away 'cross the River Jordan.



Saralyn McAfee Smith
July 15, 2000

(Though this poem was written specifically for Robbie, it is easy to modify for another person.)






Bereft

Precious son, brother, friend----
Who ever thought your life would end
So suddenly one dreadful morn?
Your soul has flown to heaven above
Where you dwell in endless love,
But we are left down here, forlorn.

For we who loved you are now left
With arms and hearts so sore bereft
Of all the love you had to give.
We miss you every single day---
Your smile and all your loving ways---
We wanted you to always live.

Although your life was much too brief
And our hearts are filled with grief,
We're glad we had those precious years.
So we give thanks to God above
For sending you to us with love
And know someday He'll dry our tears.

For you still live, in heaven above,
And watch o'er us in constant love---
A love that never more will end.
And someday we will join you there
When heaven's joys we, too, will share
Forevermore with you, dear friend!

Saralyn McAfee Smith
 
 
(This poem was originally written for a friend, but I have modified it for Robbie. 
The original poem can be seen on the Awards page.)
 



DEATH IS BUT A PASSAGEWAY

When I have left this earthly shore,
I pray you happy be,
For I shall be in pain no more
When I'm beyond the sea.
For death is but a passageway
And Christ waits at the door,
And I've been longing for the day
When I shall see my Lord.

I do not wish my life to end,
For I have much to do,
Good times to spend with family and friends,
And work to finish, too.
But when it's time to pass that door,
I know I'll have no fear,
I'll be accompanied by my Lord,
Who'll wipe away each tear.

We Christians know we need not fear
How death may come or when,
Our Christ walks with us each step here
And will our souls attend.
So walk with joy through every day;
To death, give not a thought;
Our Christ walks with us each day here,
And our salvation is bought.

If you have come to say goodbye
To this, my earthly shell,
Be glad for me and do not cry
I now in heaven dwell.
And I am safe with Christ my Lord
And in His arms I rest.
My earthly time and life are o'er,
But now my soul is blessed.

For death is but a passageway,
And Christ waits at the door,
And I've been longing for the day
When I shall see my Lord.

Saralyn McAfee Smith


(This was written in memory of several friends who passed on to heaven, and was a
favorite of my mother's. She asked that it be read at her funeral, which it was.)




Missing You

I surround myself with pictures
Some you made,
And some made of you
And I stretch across the wall of time
To touch you.
If I could speak some magic words,
Would you return?
My ears play tricks--
Is that your laughter that I hear?
Your smile, so bravely shining on my walls--
Could it not warm my countenance once more?
Your eyes, so bright,
Which always glowed with pleasure--
Could they not gaze upon my own again?
But no, your lovely eyes are forfeit;
They shine in others' faces now
And view a world
That is no longer yours.
And parts of you are scattered
Far and wide
And bring new life to other mothers' sons.
And though I grieve,
I cherish, too, the thought
That part of you lives on,
Though hidden far from me.

With love always from Mom,
Saralyn McAfee Smith

(This poem, though it speaks of my grief for Robbie, expresses my happiness that others are
able to see and be well because of the donations we made from Robbie's body.)





For Robbie

Though your loving voice is silent now,
And Death's cold hand has touched your brow,
We know your spirit has but flown
To kneel in love at Jesus' throne;
And, there, surrounded by a throng
Of friends and family, you join the song
Of joy that you have been set free,
From pain and illness---liberty!
And though we'll miss you every day
And all your kind and loving ways,
We would not call you back from there
Where such great happiness you share;
And so we'll trust God's promise sweet
That someday in heaven again we'll meet.


Saralyn McAfee Smith


(This was written originally for my beloved mother, Frances Babb McAfee--
September 26, 1915 to August 16, 1998, but is suitable for any loved person.)





Missing You

Oh, Robbie, I am missing you!
My heart can't seem to mend.
These last four years I've fooled myself,
But no more can I pretend.

You've not just gone to foreign lands,
To come home any day.
You've gone to where I can't yet go,
You've gone away to stay.

I used to feel I could hear your steps
Walking down the hall,
But when I eagerly checked it out,
You were not there at all.

I used to think I heard your voice
Calling, "Mom, it's me!"
But when I went to welcome you,
You were not there to see.

In daydreams I still see your face,
You dance around my heart.
But then reality sets in
And I know that we're apart.

Those memories of days gone by
Are jewels I'll always treasure.
They're safely locked within my heart,
I love you without measure.

And, hope, too, lives within my heart,
For this I know is true:
Someday my call from God will come
And then I'll be with you.

Loving and missing you always,
Mom
Saralyn McAfee Smith








For Robbie on His 21st Birthday,
September 8, 2004

So many years now that youíve been gone,
Yet always youíre in my heart.
I wish that I could understand
Why it was you had to depart.

I often wonder how youíd be now--
This year youíd turn twenty-one--
And I wonder if youíve continued to age
In heaven, my precious son.

I miss the sweetness of your smile,
And I wish that I could touch
The softness of your hair and cheek.
Oh, my son, I miss you so much!

How I miss the talks we used to have
And the games we used to play!
Lifeís not been the same, my precious son,
Since you left that terrible day.

I went out to your grave today
And left flowers, balloons and such,
I sat on your bench and prayed a whileó
It doesnít seem like much.

But itís all that I can give you now,
When youíre in heaven so far away,
I donít even know if you can hear
The words Iíve tried to say.

Iíll never know the special joy
Of seeing you full-grown,
But Iím thankful for the years we had
And all the joy weíve known.

And I look forward to the day
Iíll see you at heavenís dooró
The day Iíll get to hug you again
And be with you evermore!

So, happy birthday, my precious son,
Whom I love eternally.
Though today youíre turning twenty-one,
My baby youíll always be.

Love always and forever,
Mom









For Robbie on His 24th Birthday

This year you'd be turning twenty-four;
I wonder who you would be?
Would you still be coming in our door
And living with Dad and me?

Or would you have a house of your own?
And maybe be married, too?
Would I have to talk to you on the phone,
In your busy life so new?

But, of course, these are only wishful dreams
And the way I wish it could be,
For God has chosen a different scheme
And you live far away from me.

And yet, my son, you're always near
And you're always in our hearts;
Forever we will love you, dear,
And some day we'll never more part.

Love always,
Mom








Eight Years of Missing You

There's nothing new that I can say
That I haven't said before;
In the eight years since you left us, Rob,
I've missed you more and more.

I've watched your childhood friends grow up
And some have moved away;
But in my heart you're sweet sixteen,
And that is what you'll stay.

I think of all the things you've missed--
Like college, marriage, jobs.
And I wonder what you'd be like now,
If you were with us, Rob.

But surely your perspective, Rob,
Is different from ours here,
For you know all of Heaven's joy,
And you're with our Lord so dear.

It's only for ourselves we mourn
For we miss you so, my son,
But with your help, we will be brave,
As we try to carry on.

And someday when our journey's done
We'll see your smile once more,
And hold you in our arms again
When we meet at Heaven's door.


Written for Robbie with love always,
Mom
March 15, 2008








Angel of Christmas

Dear Angel of Christmas, who once brought Good News
To the shepherds with songs of love,
Can you bring me a message this Christmas, I pray,
From my son in God's Heaven above?

I miss him so much since he left this old earth,
And my life's not the same it was then;
I would give anything for a moment alone,
Just to hug him and ask how he's been.

If he can't come in person, will you bring me his words
That this heart of mine's longing to hear?
That he's happy and watches his family with love,
That he always is hovering near.

Dear Angel, I'll give you some words to take back,
As well as some hugs and a kiss,
For the message I want him to know is he's loved,
And each day he is so dearly missed.

I know that he's happy with Jesus above,
I'm glad there's no pain and no tears;
But, Angel, please tell him we'll join him some day,
Even though it may be many years.

Whatever the time till we join him again,
He's always enshrined in our hearts,
And we hold dear the promise Christ made to us all,
That in Heaven we never will part.

For Robbie with love from Mom,
Saralyn M. Smith
Christmas 2005







Christmas Memories

So many Christmas memories, Rob,
Of precious years gone by;
Sights and sounds tug at my heart,
And bring teardrops to my eye.

How merry were our Christmases
When you and Laura were small!
Joy and laughter filled our hearts,
With happiness for all.

Though now you're taken from our sight,
Our minds remember still,
And we can feast on memories bright
Within our hearts' sweet fill.

Mom







Missing You
Especially at Christmas


It isn't just at Christmas that I miss you so much, Rob,
It's just that everyone else seems so busy and happy,
And I am so down and blue, missing you.

Other parents worry about what gifts to give their children,
While the only thing I can give you are flowers for your grave,
And that doesn't make for a very "merry" Christmas.

Other parents worry that their children can't come home this Christmas,
And they fret because they won't see them until next year;
But I won't ever see you again on this earth.

I do have the blessed assurance that you are in Christ's loving care
And that you get to celebrate His birthday in His very presence,
And that thought always makes me smile.

But I won't get to see you in person or hug you or see your bright, sweet smile,
And I know I will go on, year after year, still missing you so much,
Till God Himself calls me home, and we are together again.

Merry Christmas in Heaven, my precious son!


Love and hugs always,
Mom







For Robbie, My Forever Valentine!

For sixteen happy, love-filled years,
You were my Valentine;
I was so blessed to have you hereó
Could scarce believe you mine!

For I had waited sixteen years
Until you came to earthó
Carried you for nine full months
And then I gave you birth.

And, oh! The first time I held you
And looked into your eyes;
You had me hooked right from the start;
You had me mesmerized!

I loved the years you were with us,
I loved your dazzling smile;
I just didnít know, when you first came,
You could only stay a while.

And now youíve gone back to the sky
Where you first had your start,
But always youíll be with me, son,
You live within my heart.

For sixteen, loving, fun-filled years,
You were my Valentine;
And always I will have your heart,
As I know you have mine.

Love always and forever,
Mom







Easter

Glad Easterís here---so lift your voice!
For all mankind, a joyous day!
For Jesus conquered sin and death
That we might live with Him always.

We celebrate with signs of spring,
Of birth and change and life renewed.
We wear new clothes and sing glad songs,
So happy that the winterís through.

But most of all we owe our thanks
To Christ our Lord for His great love.
To reconcile us to our God,
He left His heavenly home above.

Because of Christ, my Robbieís safe
Forever in His loving care.
Because of Christ, someday we, too,
Will live with Him in heaven so fair.

Saralyn McAfee Smith
Easter, 2005








Song for a Baby Who Never Saw Earth

Oh, precious life that grew within me,
Product of our dearest love,
How I yearn to hold you closely,
Though you've flown to God above.

I know that you are safe and well now,
Cuddled close in angels' wings,
But I yearned to get to know you
And to share our earthly things.

I know the splendor of God's heaven
Must make human life seem mild,
But, oh! the joy we would have shown you,
Had you lived with us, dear child.

You cannot come back to us, darling,
But some day, we'll come to you,
And in heaven we'll finally meet you;
Until then, we'll love you true.

For you are part of us forever,
Though we never saw you here,
And we love you without measure,
Always you're our baby, dear.


Saralyn McAfee Smith


(This poem was written for my webfriend Amanda Bowden's precious little angel,
but could apply to any precious child who never saw the light of earth, including
my own little Jordan Kelly Smith, lost to an ectopic pregnancy in August, 1977.)

 
 
 
My First Birthday in Heaven
(Written for Baby Tanner Horner)
 
Calling all the angels--
It's a special day today!
For Tanner's turning one year old!
Here's what he has to say:
 
"Mommy, please dry all your tears;
I know you miss me so.
And if it had been up to me,
I'd never have chosen to go."
 
"For I knew that you would miss me
And the things that we could do,
And I wish I could have stayed on earth
And lived down there with you."
 
"But, Mommy, now I'm well and whole;
I sing and play all day
With all the angel boys and girls
Who've come to heaven to stay."
 
"Lord Jesus holds us in His arms
And tells us of His love;
He knew that we were hurting--
That's why we came above."
 

"I love you, Mommy, every day;
I send you kisses, too.
And some day you will join me here
And I'll always be with you."
 
"I've got to go--the party's on!
We'll sing and dance and play.
But I am always in your heart
And never far away."
 
"Please find a way to celebrate,
Even if you cry;
Perhaps you'll send me some balloons
Soaring to the sky."
 
"And I will know they came from you,
And I'll be flying near.
I send you love and kisses, too.
I love you, Mommy, dear."
 
 
Written for Tanner and his Mommy with love
on Tanner's First Birthday
Celebrated with great joy in Heaven
on June 9, 2002
 
Saralyn McAfee Smith
 
To My Dad on Father's Day
From Heaven
 
 
I know I didn't have much time
To spend on earth with you,
But I will always treasure
The things we got to do---
 
Like the way your smiling face
Always looked at mine;
Love was always in your touch
And in your eyes did shine.
 
I didn't want to leave you,
But God had plans for me,
And so, of course, I had to go--
I hope that you can see.
 
I know you want to hold me,
And, Dad, I'd like that, too,
But someday we'll have endless days
For all we want to do.
 
So, till it's time for God to call
Both you and Mommy, too,
Remember that I'm waiting here
And always loving you.
 
(Written with love for Trevor and his Dad on
Father's Day, 2002)
 
Saralyn McAfee Smith
 
 
(This poem is easily adapted to a mother as well as a father, and could also be used
for any occasion, not just Mother's Day or Father's Day.)
 


In the Arms of Angels
(to the tune of "Greensleeves")
 
Our children were cradled in angels' arms
And carried by them to heaven above;
They dwell evermore with Christ our Lord
In perfect peace and endless love.
 
But we who loved them so
Must stay down here in grief and woe
Till the angels come once more
And carry us up to Christ our Lord.
 
 
Saralyn McAfee Smith
 
(This poem  may be copied so long as I am credited as the author and a link is given to this page.)
 

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