When Heart is Lost, Then Evening Smiles
đ When Heart is Lost, Then Evening Smiles
A Poetic and Philosophical Reflection in English, Bengali, and Hind
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A trilingual blog exploring the deep meaning of “When heart is lost, then evening smiles” through poetry and philosophy. Discover how heartbreak can become healing in English, Bengali, and Hindi.
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Poetry, Life Philosophy, Emotional Healing, Spiritual Blog, Trilingual Poetry, Reflection, Inner Peace
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When heart is lost, evening smiles meaning, poem in three languages, emotional healing, Bengali poetry, Hindi poem, spiritual reflection, life after heartbreak, poetic philosophy, trilingual blog
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#Poetry #LifePhilosophy #Healing #BengaliPoem #HindiPoem #EnglishPoetry #EveningSmiles #Spirituality #TrilingualBlog #InnerPeace
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đˇ English Section
Introduction
The line “When heart is lost, then evening smiles” holds a mysterious charm — it sounds sad yet serene. It reminds us that when something precious leaves us, nature opens another window of beauty.
The evening symbolizes calm acceptance after chaos. When the heart is lost — to pain, to love, or to life itself — a gentle smile appears on the horizon of the soul. This blog explores that journey of pain transforming into peace.
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1. Meaning of the Line
“When heart is lost” doesn’t only mean heartbreak. It also means losing control, ego, or attachment. When we stop fighting against what life takes away, a strange peace arrives — the evening smiles.
It tells us that surrender is not weakness — it’s wisdom.
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2. Symbol of Evening
Evening represents transition — from light to darkness, from chaos to calm.
In the same way, after every loss, our emotions move from pain to reflection.
The sunset reminds us: even endings can be beautiful.
When the day dies, the sky glows; when our hopes fade, our soul begins to glow with understanding.
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3. Pain as a Teacher
Pain teaches what joy forgets.
When the heart breaks, the world feels empty. But inside that emptiness, something new begins — clarity, patience, compassion.
The smile of the evening is the smile of acceptance — not because pain vanished, but because we have learned to live with it peacefully.
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4. Spiritual Reflection
Every tradition — Buddhism, Vedanta, and Sufism — tells us:
When the self is lost, truth awakens.
Similarly, when the heart is lost, the soul smiles. The evening is symbolic of that moment of awakening — the moment when the storm calms and peace returns.
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5. Lessons for Life
Do not fear loss — it’s part of the human journey.
When you lose something dear, look for the evening smile — the calm after the storm.
True strength lies not in holding on, but in letting go with grace.
The one who accepts loss as part of life becomes truly free.
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6. The Poetic Soul
The poet sees beauty in sorrow. He knows that every tear reflects a star, and every heartbreak births a new dream.
When heart is lost, the evening smiles — because now, the poet within has found his true voice.
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7. Conclusion
So, when your heart feels lost, don’t fight it. Let the evening come. Let the smile of calmness touch your soul.
Because after every sunset, a new dawn waits silently behind the night.
That is the meaning — and the magic — of “When heart is lost, then evening smiles.”
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đē āĻŦাংāϞা āĻŦিāĻাāĻ
āĻļিāϰোāύাāĻŽ: āϝāĻāύ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻšাāϰাāϝ়, āϤāĻāύ āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝা āĻšাāϏে – āĻāĻ āĻĻাāϰ্āĻļāύিāĻ āĻ
āύ্āĻŦেāώāĻŖ
āĻূāĻŽিāĻা
“āϝāĻāύ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻšাāϰাāϝ়, āϤāĻāύ āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝা āĻšাāϏে”—āĻāĻ āĻāĻĨাāĻি āϝেāύ āĻāĻ āĻāĻীāϰ āĻŦোāϧেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻ্āĻāĻŦি।
āĻšাāϰাāύো āĻŽাāύেāĻ āĻļেāώ āύāϝ়; āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻšাāϰাāύোāĻ āĻāĻ āύāϤুāύ āĻļুāϰু।
āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝা āĻāĻাāύে āĻāĻ āϰূāĻĒāĻ—āĻļাāύ্āϤি āĻ āĻ্āϰāĻšāĻŖāϝোāĻ্āϝāϤাāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤীāĻ।
āϝāĻāύ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻেāĻে āϝাāϝ়, āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏা āĻŦা āĻāĻļা āĻšাāϰিāϝ়ে āϝাāϝ়, āϤāĻāύ āĻĒ্āϰāĻৃāϤি āϝেāύ āĻŦāϞে—“āĻāĻāύ āĻļাāύ্āϤ āĻšāĻ, āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻāϤ্āĻŽা āĻāĻŦাāϰ āĻšাāϏāϤে āĻļিāĻāĻŦে।”
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ā§§. ‘āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻšাāϰাāύো’āϰ āĻŽাāύে
āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻšাāϰাāύো āĻŽাāύে āĻļুāϧু āĻĒ্āϰেāĻŽāĻāĻ্āĻ āύāϝ়; āĻāĻা āĻšāϞো āύিāĻেāĻে āĻšাāϰাāύো, āĻ
āĻšংāĻে āĻেāĻĄ়ে āĻĻেāĻāϝ়া, āϏāĻŦ āĻāϏāĻ্āϤি āĻĨেāĻে āĻŽুāĻ্āϤ āĻšāĻāϝ়া।
āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻšাāϰাāĻ, āϤāĻāύāĻ āĻুঁāĻে āĻĒাāĻ āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāϏāϞ āϏāϤ্āϤাāĻে।
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⧍. āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝাāϰ āĻĒ্āϰāϤীāĻ
āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝা āĻšāϞো āϰূāĻĒাāύ্āϤāϰেāϰ āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤ। āĻĻিāύ āĻļেāώ āĻšāϞেāĻ āĻāĻাāĻļে āϰāĻ āĻāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āϝাāϝ়।
āĻ āϝেāύ āĻŦāϞে—āĻļেāώেāĻ āϏৌāύ্āĻĻāϰ্āϝ āĻāĻে, āĻ
āύ্āϧāĻাāϰেāĻ āĻāϞো āĻāĻে।
āϤেāĻŽāύি, āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻেāĻে āĻেāϞেāĻ āĻীāĻŦāύেāϰ āϰং āĻŽুāĻে āϝাāϝ় āύা। āĻŦāϰং āύāϤুāύ āĻļাāύ্āϤি āĻāϏে āĻŽāύāĻāϰে।
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ā§Š. āĻŦেāĻĻāύা āĻāĻ āĻļিāĻ্āώāĻ
āĻŦেāĻĻāύা āĻļেāĻাāϝ় āϝা āĻāύāύ্āĻĻ āĻļেāĻাāϤে āĻĒাāϰে āύা।
āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏা āĻাāĻāϞে āĻোāĻে āĻāϞ āĻāϏে, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏেāĻ āĻāϞেāĻ āϧুāϝ়ে āϝাāϝ় āĻ
āĻšংāĻাāϰ।
āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝাāϰ āĻšাāϏি āĻŽাāύে āϏেāĻ āĻļাāύ্āϤিāϰ āĻšাāϏি—āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŽāϰা āĻŦ্āϝāĻĨাāĻে āĻŽেāύে āύেāĻ, āϤāĻŦেāĻ āĻāĻŽāϰা āϏāϤ্āϝিāĻাāϰেāϰ āĻŽুāĻ্āϤ āĻšāĻ।
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ā§Ē. āĻāϧ্āϝাāϤ্āĻŽিāĻ āĻŦ্āϝাāĻ্āϝা
āĻŦৌāĻĻ্āϧ, āĻŦেāĻĻাāύ্āϤ āĻ āϏুāĻĢি āĻĻāϰ্āĻļāύ āĻŦāϞে—“āϝāĻāύ āύিāĻেāĻে āĻšাāϰাāĻ, āϤāĻāύ āϏāϤ্āϝāĻে āĻĒাāĻ।”
āϤেāĻŽāύি, āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻšাāϰাāύো āĻŽাāύে āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāϰ āĻাāĻāϰāĻŖ।
āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝাāϰ āĻšাāϏি āĻŽাāύে āĻāϤ্āĻŽাāϰ āĻŽুāĻ্āϤি।
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ā§Ģ. āĻীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻĒাāĻ
āĻšাāϰাāύোāϰ āĻāϝ় āĻāϰো āύা; āĻšাāϰাāύো āĻŽাāύেāĻ āĻļেāĻা।
āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝাāϰ āĻŽāϤো āϧীāϰে āϧীāϰে āĻļাāύ্āϤ āĻšāĻ।
āϝা āĻāϞে āϝাāϝ়, āϤা āϤোāĻŽাāĻে āĻļূāύ্āϝ āύāϝ়—āĻāĻীāϰ āĻāϰে āϤোāϞে।
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ā§Ŧ. āĻāĻŦিāϰ āĻĻৃāώ্āĻি
āĻāĻŦি āĻাāύে—āĻ
āĻļ্āϰু āĻŽাāύেāĻ āϤāĻŦুāĻ āϏৌāύ্āĻĻāϰ্āϝ।
āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻšাāϰাāϞে āĻāĻŦি āύিāĻেāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻুঁāĻে āĻĒাāϝ় āϏৃāώ্āĻিāϰ āĻļāĻ্āϤি।
āϤāĻāύāĻ āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝা āĻšাāϏে—āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻŦ্āϝāĻĨাāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝেāĻ āϏৌāύ্āĻĻāϰ্āϝ āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻļেāĻে।
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ā§. āĻāĻĒāϏংāĻšাāϰ
āϝāĻāύ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻšাāϰাāϝ়, āϤāĻāύāĻ āĻŽাāύুāώ āύিāĻেāϰ āĻিāϤāϰ āĻļাāύ্āϤি āĻুঁāĻে āĻĒাāϝ়।
āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻি āϏূāϰ্āϝাāϏ্āϤেāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϝেāĻŽāύ āĻোāϰ āĻāϏে, āϤেāĻŽāύি āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻি āĻŦেāĻĻāύাāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻšাāϏিāĻ āĻĢিāϰে āĻāϏে।
āĻāĻাāĻ āĻীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻিāϰāύ্āϤāύ āĻĻāϰ্āĻļāύ—“āϝāĻāύ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ় āĻšাāϰাāϝ়, āϤāĻāύ āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝা āĻšাāϏে।”
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đģ ā¤šि⤍्ā¤Ļी ā¤ĩिā¤ाā¤
ā¤ļी⤰्⤎ā¤: ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ो ā¤ा⤤ा ā¤šै, ⤤ā¤Ŧ ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤Žु⤏्ā¤ु⤰ा⤤ी ā¤šै – ā¤ीā¤ĩ⤍ ā¤ा ā¤Ļ⤰्ā¤ļ⤍
ā¤ूā¤Žिā¤ा
“ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ो ā¤ा⤤ा ā¤šै, ⤤ā¤Ŧ ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤Žु⤏्ā¤ु⤰ा⤤ी ā¤šै” — ā¤¯ā¤š ā¤Ēंā¤्⤤ि ā¤Ļुःā¤ ā¤Žें ā¤िā¤Ēे ⤏ौंā¤Ļ⤰्⤝ ā¤ी ā¤Ŧा⤤ ā¤ā¤°ā¤¤ी ā¤šै।
ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ा ā¤ो⤍ा ā¤
ं⤤ ā¤¨ā¤šीं, ā¤Ŧ⤞्ā¤ि ā¤ā¤ ⤍⤠ā¤ļु⤰ुā¤ā¤¤ ā¤šै।
ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤¯ā¤šाँ ā¤Ē्⤰⤤ीā¤ ā¤šै ā¤ļां⤤ि ā¤ā¤° ⤏्ā¤ĩीā¤ा⤰ ā¤ा।
ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ļ⤰्ā¤Ļ ā¤
ā¤Ē⤍े ā¤ā¤°ā¤Ž ā¤Ē⤰ ā¤šो⤤ा ā¤šै, ⤤ā¤Ŧ ā¤ीā¤ĩ⤍ ā¤šā¤Žें ⤏िā¤ा⤤ा ā¤šै — “ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤Žु⤏्ā¤ु⤰ा⤍ा ⤏ीā¤ो, ā¤्⤝ोंā¤ि ā¤šā¤° ā¤
ं⤤ ā¤ā¤ ā¤ļु⤰ुā¤ā¤¤ ā¤šै।”
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āĨ§. ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ो⤍े ā¤ा ā¤
⤰्ā¤Ĩ
ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ो⤍ा ā¤Žā¤¤ā¤˛ā¤Ŧ ⤏ि⤰्ā¤Ģ ā¤Ē्⤰ेā¤Ž ā¤ा ā¤
ं⤤ ā¤¨ā¤šीं, ā¤Ŧ⤞्ā¤ि ā¤
ā¤Ē⤍े ā¤
ā¤šंā¤ा⤰, ā¤ā¤Ž्ā¤Žीā¤Ļों ā¤ā¤°æ§åŋĩ ā¤ा ā¤
ं⤤।
ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ा⤞ी ā¤šो⤤ा ā¤šै, ⤤ā¤Ŧ ā¤ā¤¤्ā¤Žा ā¤ā¤° ā¤ा⤤ी ā¤šै — ā¤्ā¤ा⤍ ā¤ā¤° ā¤ļां⤤ि ⤏े।
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āĨ¨. ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤ा ā¤Ē्⤰⤤ीā¤
ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤Ŧ⤤ा⤤ी ā¤šै — ⤰ोā¤ļ⤍ी ā¤ा⤤ी ā¤šै, ā¤Žā¤ā¤° ⤏ुंā¤Ļ⤰⤤ा ā¤°ā¤šā¤¤ी ā¤šै।
⤏ू⤰⤠ā¤ĸ⤞⤤ा ā¤šै, ā¤Ē⤰ ā¤ā¤¸ā¤Žा⤍ ⤰ंā¤ों ⤏े ā¤ā¤° ā¤ा⤤ा ā¤šै।
ā¤ā¤¸ी ā¤¤ā¤°ā¤š, ā¤Ļुः⤠ā¤े ā¤Ŧाā¤Ļ ā¤ी ā¤ीā¤ĩ⤍ ā¤
ā¤Ē⤍ी ⤰ोā¤ļ⤍ी ā¤ो⤠⤞े⤤ा ā¤šै।
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āĨŠ. ā¤Ļ⤰्ā¤Ļ ā¤ी ā¤ļिā¤्⤎ा
ā¤Ļ⤰्ā¤Ļ ā¤ु⤰ु ā¤šै।
ā¤ĩो ā¤šā¤Žें ⤏िā¤ा⤤ा ā¤šै ā¤ि ā¤Ē्⤝ा⤰ ⤏ि⤰्ā¤Ģ ā¤Ēा⤍ा ā¤¨ā¤šीं, ā¤Ŧ⤞्ā¤ि ā¤ोā¤ā¤° ā¤ी ā¤Ŧā¤ĸ़⤍ा ā¤šै।
ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤ी ā¤Žु⤏्ā¤ा⤍ ā¤¯ā¤šी ā¤ā¤šā¤¤ी ā¤šै — “ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤ļां⤤ ā¤šो ā¤ाā¤, ⤏ā¤Ŧ ⤠ीā¤ ā¤šो ā¤ाā¤ā¤ा।”
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āĨĒ. ā¤ā¤§्⤝ा⤤्ā¤Žि⤠ā¤Ļृ⤎्ā¤ि
ā¤šā¤° ā¤Ļ⤰्ā¤ļ⤍ ā¤ā¤šā¤¤ा ā¤šै — ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤ā¤¤्ā¤Žा ā¤
ā¤Ē⤍े ‘ā¤Žैं’ ā¤ो ā¤ोā¤Ą़ ā¤Ļे⤤ी ā¤šै, ⤤ā¤ी ⤏⤤्⤝ ā¤Ē्⤰ā¤ā¤ ā¤šो⤤ा ā¤šै।
ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ो⤍ा ā¤Žā¤¤ā¤˛ā¤Ŧ ā¤ā¤¤्ā¤Žा ā¤ा ā¤ाā¤ā¤°ā¤Ŗ।
ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤ी ā¤Žु⤏्ā¤ा⤍ ā¤ĩā¤šी ā¤्⤎⤪ ā¤šै ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤šā¤Ž ā¤ूā¤ā¤ā¤° ā¤ी ā¤Ēू⤰्⤪ ā¤šो ā¤ा⤤े ā¤šैं।
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āĨĢ. ā¤ीā¤ĩ⤍ ā¤ा ⤏ā¤Ŧā¤
ā¤šā¤° ā¤šा⤰ ā¤
ं⤤ ā¤¨ā¤šीं, ⤰ा⤏्⤤ा ā¤šै।
ā¤ो ā¤ā¤¯ा, ā¤ĩो ⤤ुā¤Ž्ā¤šें ⤍⤝ा ⤰ूā¤Ē ā¤Ļेā¤ā¤° ā¤ā¤¯ा।
ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤ी ā¤¤ā¤°ā¤š ā¤ļां⤤ ā¤°ā¤šो; ⤰ा⤤ ā¤े ā¤Ŧाā¤Ļ ⤏ā¤ĩे⤰ा ⤤⤝ ā¤šै।
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āĨŦ. ā¤ā¤ĩि ā¤ी ā¤Ļृ⤎्ā¤ि
ā¤ā¤ĩि ā¤ा⤍⤤ा ā¤šै — ā¤šā¤° ā¤ँ⤏ू ā¤Žें ⤤ा⤰ा ā¤िā¤Ēा ā¤šै।
ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤े ā¤ूā¤ā¤¨े ⤏े ā¤ļā¤Ŧ्ā¤Ļ ā¤ā¤¨्ā¤Ž ⤞े⤤े ā¤šैं।
ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ो ā¤ा⤤ा ā¤šै, ⤤ā¤Ŧ ā¤ā¤ĩि ā¤Žु⤏्ā¤ु⤰ा⤤ा ā¤šै — ā¤्⤝ोंā¤ि ā¤ĩā¤š ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ā¤ा⤍⤤ा ā¤šै ā¤ि ā¤Ļ⤰्ā¤Ļ ā¤ी ⤏ुंā¤Ļ⤰ ā¤šै।
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āĨ. ⤍ि⤎्ā¤ā¤°्⤎
ā¤ā¤Ŧ ā¤Ļि⤞ ā¤ो ā¤ा⤤ा ā¤šै, ⤤ā¤Ŧ ā¤ļाā¤Ž ā¤Žु⤏्ā¤ु⤰ा⤤ी ā¤šै — ā¤्⤝ोंā¤ि ā¤ā¤¤्ā¤Žा ā¤
ā¤Ŧ ⤏ā¤्ā¤ी ā¤ļां⤤ि ā¤Ēा⤤ी ā¤šै।
ā¤šā¤° ā¤Ąूā¤Ŧ⤤े ⤏ू⤰⤠ā¤े ⤏ाā¤Ĩ ⤍⤝ा ⤏ā¤ĩे⤰ा ā¤ā¤¨्ā¤Ž ⤞े⤤ा ā¤šै।
ā¤ā¤° ā¤¯ā¤šी ā¤ीā¤ĩ⤍ ā¤ा ⤏ा⤰ ā¤šै — “ā¤ोā¤ā¤° ā¤ी ā¤Žु⤏्ā¤ु⤰ा⤍ा।”
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⚖️ Disclaimer
This blog expresses personal poetic and philosophical interpretations meant for inspiration and reflection.
It is not religious advice or emotional therapy. Readers are encouraged to interpret freely according to their own experience.
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đ Final Message
When your heart feels broken — look at the evening sky.
It smiles for you.
It says — “Nothing truly ends; everything transforms.”
So let go, breathe, and smile with the evening.
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