<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352186262240080200</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:42:40.463-08:00</updated><category term='The Black Angels'/><category term='The South'/><category term='Psychedelic'/><category term='Indie'/><category term='Lita Ford'/><category term='Kings Of Leon'/><category term='Band of Horses'/><category term='Austin'/><category term='Goth'/><category term='Minnesota'/><category term='London'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='Metal'/><category term='Ozzy Osbourne'/><category term='The Cure'/><title type='text'>Drown Me In Sound</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352186262240080200.post-4345916915384038701</id><published>2009-11-22T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:40:04.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band of Horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The South'/><title type='text'>No One's Gonna Love You</title><content type='html'>It's looking like a limb torn off&lt;br /&gt;Or altogether just taken apart&lt;br /&gt;We're reeling through an endless fall&lt;br /&gt;We are the ever-living ghost of what once was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anything to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;It is my better side of you to admire&lt;br /&gt;But they should never take so long&lt;br /&gt;Just to be over then back to another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone,&lt;br /&gt;They could have warned you&lt;br /&gt;When things start splitting at the seams and now&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing's tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Things start splitting at the seams and now&lt;br /&gt;If things start splitting at the seams and now,&lt;br /&gt;It's tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;You are the ever-living ghost of what once was&lt;br /&gt;I never want to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be better off&lt;br /&gt;Or you liked it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone&lt;br /&gt;They should have warned you&lt;br /&gt;When things start splitting at the seams and now&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing's tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Things start splitting at the seams and now&lt;br /&gt;If things start splitting at the seams and now,&lt;br /&gt;It's tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_D04LD_UsaU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_D04LD_UsaU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6352186262240080200-4345916915384038701?l=drownmeinsound.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_52wHoHULxD4/R8P4pb5m1LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DnmO3HClYNw/S220/nikki6+069+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352186262240080200.post-7744756571914179021</id><published>2009-10-07T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:59:27.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lita Ford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozzy Osbourne'/><title type='text'>If I Close My Eyes Forever</title><content type='html'>Baby, I get so scared inside and I don't really understand&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that's on my mind or is it fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, is in the palm of my hand, and it's waiting here for you&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do with a childhood tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;Will it all remain unchanged&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;Will it all remain the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to hold on&lt;br /&gt;So hard to hold on to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;It isn't always what it seems&lt;br /&gt;When you're face to face with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a dagger&lt;br /&gt;And you stick me in the heart&lt;br /&gt;And taste the blood from my blade&lt;br /&gt;And when we sleep would you shelter me&lt;br /&gt;In your warm and dark embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;Will it all remain unchanged&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;Will it all remain the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I just can't take the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would you ever trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll never feel the same...Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been so hard on you.&lt;br /&gt;I know Ive told you lies.&lt;br /&gt;If i could have just one more wish.&lt;br /&gt;I'd wipe the cobb webs from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;Will it all remain unchanged&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes forever&lt;br /&gt;Will it all remain the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you gotta close your eyes..... for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI7yBwtJoi4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI7yBwtJoi4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Forever'/><author><name>NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08092616008800012275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_52wHoHULxD4/R8P4pb5m1LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DnmO3HClYNw/S220/nikki6+069+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352186262240080200.post-2060693741129656924</id><published>2009-10-06T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:30:45.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><title type='text'>Tangled Up In Blue</title><content type='html'>Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',&lt;br /&gt;I was layin' in bed&lt;br /&gt;Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all&lt;br /&gt;If her hair was still red.&lt;br /&gt;Her folks they said our lives together&lt;br /&gt;Sure was gonna be rough&lt;br /&gt;They never did like Mama's homemade dress&lt;br /&gt;Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.&lt;br /&gt;And I was standin' on the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Rain fallin' on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Heading out for the East Coast&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was married when we first met&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be divorced&lt;br /&gt;I helped her out of a jam, I guess,&lt;br /&gt;But I used a little too much force.&lt;br /&gt;We drove that car as far as we could&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned it out West&lt;br /&gt;Split up on a dark sad night&lt;br /&gt;Both agreeing it was best.&lt;br /&gt;She turned around to look at me&lt;br /&gt;As I was walkin' away&lt;br /&gt;I heard her say over my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job in the great north woods&lt;br /&gt;Working as a cook for a spell&lt;br /&gt;But I never did like it all that much&lt;br /&gt;And one day the ax just fell.&lt;br /&gt;So I drifted down to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Where I happened to be employed&lt;br /&gt;Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat&lt;br /&gt;Right outside of Delacroix.&lt;br /&gt;But all the while I was alone&lt;br /&gt;The past was close behind,&lt;br /&gt;I seen a lot of women&lt;br /&gt;But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was workin' in a topless place&lt;br /&gt;And I stopped in for a beer,&lt;br /&gt;I just kept lookin' at the side of her face&lt;br /&gt;In the spotlight so clear.&lt;br /&gt;And later on as the crowd thinned out&lt;br /&gt;I's just about to do the same,&lt;br /&gt;She was standing there in back of my chair&lt;br /&gt;Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"&lt;br /&gt;I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,&lt;br /&gt;She studied the lines on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I felt a little uneasy&lt;br /&gt;When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you'd never say hello," she said&lt;br /&gt;"You look like the silent type."&lt;br /&gt;Then she opened up a book of poems&lt;br /&gt;And handed it to me&lt;br /&gt;Written by an Italian poet&lt;br /&gt;From the thirteenth century.&lt;br /&gt;And every one of them words rang true&lt;br /&gt;And glowed like burnin' coal&lt;br /&gt;Pourin' off of every page&lt;br /&gt;Like it was written in my soul from me to you,&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with them on Montague Street&lt;br /&gt;In a basement down the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;There was music in the cafes at night&lt;br /&gt;And revolution in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Then he started into dealing with slaves&lt;br /&gt;And something inside of him died.&lt;br /&gt;She had to sell everything she owned&lt;br /&gt;And froze up inside.&lt;br /&gt;And when finally the bottom fell out&lt;br /&gt;I became withdrawn,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I knew how to do&lt;br /&gt;Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm goin' back again,&lt;br /&gt;I got to get to her somehow.&lt;br /&gt;All the people we used to know&lt;br /&gt;They're an illusion to me now.&lt;br /&gt;Some are mathematicians&lt;br /&gt;Some are carpenter's wives.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how it all got started,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;But me, I'm still on the road&lt;br /&gt;Headin' for another joint&lt;br /&gt;We always did feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;We just saw it from a different point of view,&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up in blue.&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ii2MjhKJ10U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6352186262240080200/posts/default/2060693741129656924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drownmeinsound.blogspot.com/2009/10/tangled-up-in-blue.html' title='Tangled Up In Blue'/><author><name>NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08092616008800012275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_52wHoHULxD4/R8P4pb5m1LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DnmO3HClYNw/S220/nikki6+069+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352186262240080200.post-803493976335364749</id><published>2009-10-06T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:25:27.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>A Forest</title><content type='html'>Come closer and see&lt;br /&gt;See into the trees&lt;br /&gt;Find the girl&lt;br /&gt;If you can&lt;br /&gt;Come closer and see&lt;br /&gt;See into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear her voice&lt;br /&gt;Calling my name&lt;br /&gt;The sound is deep&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;I hear her voice&lt;br /&gt;And start to run&lt;br /&gt;Into the trees&lt;br /&gt;Into the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I stop&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in a forest&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;The girl was never there&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm running towards nothing&lt;br /&gt;Again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaXaHtWIMdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YaXaHtWIMdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6352186262240080200-803493976335364749?l=drownmeinsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drownmeinsound.blogspot.com/feeds/803493976335364749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drownmeinsound.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-closer-and-see-see-into-trees-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6352186262240080200/posts/default/803493976335364749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6352186262240080200/posts/default/803493976335364749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drownmeinsound.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-closer-and-see-see-into-trees-find.html' title='A Forest'/><author><name>NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08092616008800012275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_52wHoHULxD4/R8P4pb5m1LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DnmO3HClYNw/S220/nikki6+069+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352186262240080200.post-4323909059971771034</id><published>2009-10-06T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:17:21.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychedelic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Black Angels'/><title type='text'>Snake In The Grass</title><content type='html'>Someday, but not today&lt;br /&gt;We will move away&lt;br /&gt;To a place that’s nice and safe&lt;br /&gt;Someday, but not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, is your King&lt;br /&gt;And you look up to them, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Divine in their way&lt;br /&gt;And you say, yeah you say&lt;br /&gt;You better believe her&lt;br /&gt;She gave you plenty warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating on a moat,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you digging the most,&lt;br /&gt;And you say, yeah you say,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh now, bring me joy,&lt;br /&gt;Lead me with your army&lt;br /&gt;You take our children,&lt;br /&gt;With your bloodstained hands”&lt;br /&gt;You better believe her!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6352186262240080200/posts/default/4323909059971771034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6352186262240080200/posts/default/4323909059971771034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drownmeinsound.blogspot.com/2009/10/snake-in-grass.html' title='Snake In The Grass'/><author><name>NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08092616008800012275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_52wHoHULxD4/R8P4pb5m1LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DnmO3HClYNw/S220/nikki6+069+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6352186262240080200.post-999671917142006279</id><published>2009-10-06T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:57:33.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kings Of Leon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indie'/><title type='text'>Sex Is On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I know they're watching, they're watching&lt;br /&gt;All the commotion, the kiddie like play&lt;br /&gt;Has people talking, talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, your sex is on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the alley, the breaking of day&lt;br /&gt;The head while I'm driving, I'm driving&lt;br /&gt;Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale&lt;br /&gt;Feels like you're dying, you're dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, your sex is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Consumed with what's to transpire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot as a fever, rattling bones&lt;br /&gt;I could just taste it, taste it&lt;br /&gt;If it's not forever, if it's just tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, your sex is on fire&lt;br /&gt;And you, your sex is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Consumed with what's to transpire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, your sex is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Consumed with what's to transpire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTT-crZBB0k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTT-crZBB0k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6352186262240080200-999671917142006279?l=drownmeinsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drownmeinsound.blogspot.com/feeds/999671917142006279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drownmeinsound.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex-is-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6352186262240080200/posts/default/999671917142006279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6352186262240080200/posts/default/999671917142006279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drownmeinsound.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex-is-on-fire.html' title='Sex Is On Fire'/><author><name>NICOLE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08092616008800012275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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