25+ Short And Inspirational Poems About Twins

While twin parents pray for silence all day long, there is nothing more frightening than the moment the sounds cease. Only then do you know those twins are up to no good.Anonymous

Poems about twins explore the fascinating dynamics of the unique bond between these individuals who share the same genetic makeup and often experience a deep emotional connection. Our collection below delves into the complexities of this relationship, capturing the essence of the inexplicable bond that twins share. They beautifully encapsulate the shared experiences, unspoken communication, and unbreakable connection that is often felt between twins.

One very common theme in poems about twins is the idea of connection and unity. These poems often describe the incredible synchronization and inexplicable harmony that can be seen in twins’ actions and thoughts, as if they are two halves of a whole, surpassing all boundaries. Not only poems about twins explore their deep bond but also delve into their individuality. We know twins share many similarities, meanwhile they are still unique individuals with their own identities, perspectives and experiences. These poems highlight the importance of embracing one’s own individuality while cherishing the deep connection they have with their twin. They depict the journey of self-discovery that twins embark on, as they navigate their own paths while remaining stuck to one another.

In conclusion, we offer you our chosen short and inspirational poems about twins that capture the magical bond and unity that exists between these individuals while also recognizing their individuality. These poems celebrate the unique and extraordinary connection shared by twins, showcasing the beauty and complexity of this relationship.

1, Twins © Horace Felder

Two boys, two girls
Or is it one of each.

Born on the same day
Or on separate days or weeks

Feeling the others pain
Or causing the pain

As close as can be
Or always wanting to fight

Are they similar and close
Or as different as night and day

Treated as an individual
Or always as a pair

The life of a twin
Exciting different and doubled.

2, A Hope © Charles Kingsley

Twin stars, aloft in ether clear,
Around each other roll alway,
Within one common atmosphere
Of their own mutual light and day.

And myriad happy eyes are bent
Upon their changeless love alway;
As, strengthened by their one intent,
They pour the flood of life and day.

So we through this world’s waning night
May, hand in hand, pursue our way;
Shed round us order, love, and light,
And shine unto the perfect day.

3, The Wild Rose and the Snowdrop © George Meredith

Twin-born are both in beauteousness, most fair
In all that glads the eye and charms the air;
In all that wakes emotions in the mind
And sows sweet sympathies for human kind.
Twin-born, albeit their seasons are apart,
They bloom together in the thoughtful heart;
Fair symbols of the marvels of our state,
Mute speakers of the oracles of fate!

For each fulfilling nature’s law, fulfils
Itself and its own aspirations pure;
Living and dying; letting faith ensure
New life when deathless Spring shall touch the hills.
Each perfect in its place; and each content
With that perfection which its being meant;
Divided not by months that intervene,
But linked by all the flowers that bud between.
Forever smilng thro’ its season brief,
The one in glory and the one in grief:
Forever painting to our museful sight,
How lowlihead and loveliness unite.

Born from the first blind yearning of the earth
To be a mother and give happy birth,
Ere yet the northern sun such rapture brings,
Lo, from her virgin breast the Snowdrop springs;
And ere the snows have melted from the grass,
And not a strip of greensward doth appear,
Save the faint prophecy its cheeks declare,

Alone, unkissed, unloved, behold it pass!
While in the ripe enthronement of the year,
Whispering the breeze, and wedding the rich air
With her so sweet, delicious bridal breath,—
Odorous and exquisite beyond compare,
And starr’d with dews upon her forehead clear,
Fresh-hearted as a Maiden Queen should be
Who takes the land’s devotion as her fee,—
The Wild Rose blooms, all summer for her dower,
Nature’s most beautiful and perfect flower.

4, Bedfordshire Ballad. – III © Edward Woodley Bowling

Two twins were once born in a Bedfordshire home;
Such events in the best managed households may come;
Tho’, as Tomkins remarked in a voice rather gruff,
“One child at a time for poor folks is enough.”

But it couldn’t be helped, so his wife did her best;
The children were always respectably drest;
Went early to school; were put early to bed;
And had plenty of taters and bacon and bread.

Now we all should suppose that the two, being twins,
Resembled each other as much as two pins:
But no – they as little resembled each other
As the man in the moon is “a man and a brother.”

Fred’s eyes were dark brown, and his hair was jet black;
He was supple in body, and straight in the back,
Learnt his lessons without any trouble at all;
And was lively, intelligent, comely, and tall.

But Willy was thick-set; and freckled and fair;
Had eyes of light blue, and short curly red hair;
And, as I should like you the whole truth to know,
The schoolmaster thought him “decidedly slow.”

But the Parson, who often came into the school,
Had discovered that Willy was far from a fool,
And that tho’ he was not very quick in his pace,
In the end “slow and steady” would win in the race.

Years passed – Fred grew idle and peevish and queer;
Took to skittles, bad language, tobacco, and beer:
Grew tired of his work, when it scarce was begun;
Was Jack of all trades and the master of none.

He began as a labourer, then was a clerk;
Drove a hansom in London by way of a “lark;”
Enlisted, deserted, and finally fled
Abroad, and was thought by his friends to be dead.

But Willy meanwhile was content with his lot;
He was slow, but he always was found on the spot;
He wasted no money on skittles and ale,
But put by his pence, when he could, without fail.

To the Penny Bank weekly his savings he took,
And soon had a pretty round sum in his book:
No miser was he, but he thought it sound sense
In the days of his youth to put by a few pence.

And so he got on; he was no millionaire,
But he always had money enough and to spare;
Could help a poor friend; pay his rent and his rate;
And always put silver at church in the plate.

His brother, meantime, who was thought to be dead,
Had across the Atlantic to Canada fled;
Then had gone to New York; then New Zealand had tried;
But always had failed thro’ perverseness and pride.

He might have done well, but wherever he went,
As soon as his money came in, it was spent;
As of old he tried all trades, and prospered in none,
For he thought that hard work was “a poor sort of fun.”

Then he heard of “the diggings,” and there tried his luck;
He was never deficient in smartness and pluck;
And by means of some work, and more luck, in a year
He managed to make fifteen hundred pounds clear.

Then he thought of old England and Bedfordshire chums,
So back to his parish in triumph he comes;
And need I remark he found many a friend
Right willing to help him his nuggets to spend?

He turned up his nose at his poor brother Bill,
Who was always content to be plodding up hill;
Hard work he disliked, he despised peace and quiet,
So he spent all his time and his money in riot.

There was never a horse-race but Fred he was there;
He went to each meet, meeting, marker and fair;
In a few words, his candle he burnt to the socket,
Till he found one fine day not a rap in His pocket.

Then his poor brother Bill came and lent him a hand;
Gave him work and a share of his own bit of land;
If he means to keep steady I cannot surmise –
Let us hope that at length Fred has learnt to be wise.

But one thing is plain, if you mean to get on,
You will find that success must by patience be won;
In the battle of life do not trust to your luck,
But to honest hard work, perseverance, and pluck.

Don’t turn up your nose at a hard-working chap,
For pride soon or later must meet with mishap;
And wherever your lot in the world may be cast,
“Slow and steady” goes safer than “foolish and fast.”

Take warning by Fred, and avoid for a friend
The man who would tempt you your savings to spend;
Don’t waste your spare money in riotous pranks,
But put it in Penny, or Post-office Banks.

5, My Love Twins © Fady Bouaz

Love, what is love
Many poets everywhere
In their many poems
Told and tell about love
Many writers everywhere
In their many works
Wrote and write love stories
Happy or Sad
My love feelings
Kill my wisdom
I love who can’t be existed
Is so far in my cruel unfair destiny
My love feelings are blind
Without logic
Can’t see the sad truth
Forget to remember that
That whom I love can’t be exist
Only in my love dreams imaginations
By her lovely angelic shadow
Which makes me more loneliness
When I miss her and can’t be really
Hug her, kiss her, look at her
And our hearts are hugging each other
With their beats together say
I love you I love you I love you
And our souls together breath our adoring
To each other without stopping, forever
But my love really is suffering and sadness
In my loneliness so away from her
No hope even so little to be with her
My love is so big grave for my happiness
I will write on its huge tombstone
My Love twins are sadness and suffering

6, We Are All The Same © Don Miller Sr

We are all the same
I mean we don’t look the same
Unless we are identical twins
We don’t act the same
But we are the same
I mean we don’t think the same
We all have likes and dislikes
Bad days and good days
Happy one day and sad the other
All want to be loved
Most believe in God
Think there is a heaven and hell
Yet, most of us are on our own island
All have inner feelings
All wonder what is the meaning of life
We are all the same
Just want to be happy
In this short life of ours

7, My Twin © Athena Gordon

It’s twins
One boy, one girl
Oh…what a wonderful bond.

Inseparable from birth,
You couldn’t find one
without the other.

Who would have known
We would be forever torn apart?

The day you died
Will be one I remember for all time.

You came to say good-bye.
I just wish I would have known it would
be the last.

You were a wonderful brother,
A wonderful friend.

I can’t believe
I have to go on with out my twin.

You will forever be a part of me.
I love you always.

Love,
Your twin sister

8, Special Gift © John W. Lilly

Once upon a time mommy and I
wished upon a distant star,
We didn’t know if we’d get our wish,
the chances seemed rather far.

We asked God for a little girl
To cuddle and hold tight,
To love and squeeze and give
a gentle kiss goodnight.

Well, God was listening and the answer
came straight from the blue.
Not only did we get one little angel,
He saw fit to give us two…

9, Two of a Kind © Anonymous

Born together, side by side,
Sharing a bond that cannot hide,
From the same womb, they arrive,
Twins, whose bond will thrive.

A special connection, so rare,
A bond that nothing can compare,
Growing up, they stand as a pair,
A bond that only twins can share.

From the first moments of life,
Together they face joy and strife,
Comforting each other, in times of strife,
A bond that is deeper than a knife.

The world around may not always see,
The special bond that twins decree,
A bond that is truly meant to be,
A bond that is for eternity.

With every passing day,
Their bond grows stronger in every way,
The joy they share, comes out to play,
Their love, a bond that won’t sway.

Through thick and thin, they stand,
A bond that’s impossible to disband,
Forever linked by the same strand,
A bond that’s unbreakable, firsthand.

For twins, the bond they share,
Is like nothing else, beyond compare,
A bond that’s always there,
A bond that’s special, beyond repair.

Two of a kind, that’s what they say,
The bond of twins, never fades away,
A connection that’s here to stay,
A bond that’s forever, come what may.

10, Two Peas in a Pod © Anonymous

Twins, two peas in a pod,
Sharing a likeness that’s odd,
Same eyes, same hair, same smile,
Similarity that’s hard to defile.

Growing up, they’re often confused,
One for the other, they’re used,
Their personalities, interests, and quirks,
Seem mirrored, like they’re made from the same works.

But as they age and start to see,
That they’re more than just a reflection, they’re free,
To be their own person, unique and bold,
With their own story waiting to be told.

Though they share a likeness that’s striking,
Their paths in life may be so differing,
One may love math and the other art,
Yet they’re still twins, never apart.

Their bond, so strong, like no other,
Is built on a foundation of love and laughter,
A shared history, memories to treasure,
A connection that will last forever.

And though they may sometimes compete,
For attention or the fastest feet,
Their love for each other will never deplete,
A bond that’s unbreakable, so complete.

For twins are more than just a reflection,
They’re individuals with their own direction,
But with a bond that’s stronger than steel,
Their love and support is a big deal.

So let us celebrate the twins,
Two peas in a pod, with matching grins,
Who share a likeness that’s so uncanny,
But whose personalities are still so many.

11, Twin Brothers © Michelle Salazar

Being a twin is not always easy
Why is everyone so blind?
I may look like my brother,
But I am one of a kind.

I want to be noticed
For the person that’s me.
My brother is special too,
Why can’t we both be?

We don’t like the same things
We don’t always agree
We are two individuals
Brother and me.

We don’t mean to be rivals
Just friends and brothers
Unique and separate spirits
Defending each other.

We share much in common
It’s easy to see-
I am not my brother
And he is not me.

12, Grieving © Marisela Garcia

Grieving for what could of been.
Grieving for what was taken.
Grieving for the the warmth in my arms.
That sweet smell of baby love.
For I am here but wanting to be there.
Emptiness in my left arm but joy on my right.
Wishing I got to hold you one more time.
Sweet baby girl, you are mine,
but had to share you in Heaven for this time.
Protect us from harm, my sweet Angel,
mommy is longing to be with you forever.
In my heart I will hold you,
every day and night I’ll think of you—
wishing you’d appear in my dreams.
Till we meet again,
my heart will beat once again.

13, The Rivalry Within © Anonymous

As twins we grew up side by side,
Sharing a bond that cannot be denied,
But along with love, there came a strife,
A competition that permeated our life.

From academics to sports and beyond,
We were always trying to come out on top,
An unspoken challenge to outperform,
The other, in every single stop.

Our shared nature bred a fierce desire,
To be the one who always inspires,
To push the limits of what’s possible,
And reach new heights that seem impossible.

It was like a game that we both played,
A never-ending match that never strayed,
Our competitive spirits never betrayed,
The rivalry within us that never fades.

But though we fought to be the best,
In the end, we shared the same quest,
To grow and learn and make a difference,
To pursue our dreams with great persistence.

And as we grew older, the rivalry,
Transformed into a friendly strategy,
A way to push ourselves to new heights,
And keep striving for greater delights.

For twins we may be, but individuals too,
With different strengths and weaknesses anew,
The competition that once drove us apart,
Became a bond that strengthened our heart.

And so we continue on our journey,
Sharing a bond that is a symphony,
Of love, support, and friendly rivalry,
A unique relationship that’s one of a kind.

For as twins, we may compete,
But in the end, we never retreat,
From the love and bond that makes us complete,
A force to be reckoned with, our victory sweet.

14, My Children, My Heart © Lisa Beattie

Her laugh rings through me
like a thousand bells.
The soft sweet way
her little head smells.

His smile so bright,
his giggle so sweet.
His precious tiny fingers,
his chubby little feet.

What filled my days before,
I do not know.
I’ve so much love within me,
from inside my heart I glow.

A beautiful new world
has just begun.
For in it, is my beautiful daughter
and my handsome son.

15, Baby Footprints © Anonymous

These are my footprints,
So perfect and so small.
These tiny footprint
Never touched the ground at all.

Not one tiny footprint,
For now I have wings.
These tine footprints were meant
for other things.

You will hear my tiny footprints,
In the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel’s tears,
Of joy and not from pain.

You will see my tiny footprints,
In each butterflies’ lazy dance.
I’ll let you know I’m with you,
If you just give me the chance.

You will see my tiny footprints,
In the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
And call each one that grieves.

Even though I’m gone right now,
We will never be apart,
Because I have left my tiny footprints
Safe within your heart.

16, The Twinses © James Barron Hope

Two little children toddled up to me,
Their faces fair as faces well could be,
Roses and snow, but pale the roses were
Like flowers fainting for the lack of air.
Sad was the tender study which I gave
The winning creatures, both so sweet and grave,
Two beautiful young Saxons, scarce knee high!
As like as peas! Two Lilliputian men!
Immortal ere they knew it by the pen
Which waketh laughter or bedews the eye.
God bless you, little people! May His hand
Hold you within its hollow all your days!
Smooth all the rugged places, and your ways
Make long and pleasant in a fruitful land!

17, Today Our Twins Turn One! © Jamie Anderson

“It’s twins!” the tech told me, giving me quite a fright.
“Are you sure?!?” I had asked, wondering if I’d heard right.
But sure enough, there you were, up there on the screen
And I tried to make sense of what it all would mean.

Double the feedings, double the tears,
Double the changings and double the fears.
Just how would I nurse you both at the same time?
And how would I choose who to hold if you’re both crying?

How much would you cost this already strapped family?
Diapers, food, college… just the idea was overwhelming.
And how would I care for my other dear son,
When I’ve only two arms with which to hold everyone?

The future seemed scary or daunting at least.
My mind raced with questions, my heart skipped some beats.
But then I remembered that you were both formed in love
That you were two miracles, gifts sent from above.

How could I be worried, what gave me the right?
We would figure it out, what seemed dark would become light.
And soon enough the time came, after nine very long months
Two bundles of joy were delivered to us at once.

We counted your fingers, we counted your toes,
They totaled twenty on top and twenty below.
You were both the most perfect little angels we’d seen.
And we couldn’t believe just how lucky we’d been.

Now a year has flown by, where does the time go?
It seems like just yesterday we were bringing you home!
You couldn’t be more different even though you are twins.
Though you both love to laugh and discover new things.

You’re both funny and sweet, you are happy and smiley.
And we all feel so lucky that you’re part of our family.
Some might say “double trouble” but we say “double fun!”
As we celebrate today, our two babies turn ONE!

Happy Birthday to my sweetest little angels.

18, My Twin & Me © Rob Howe

Like peas in a pod,
Like birds of a feather,
My twin and me,
We stick together.

Sharing the laughter,
Sharing the tears,
United together,
We have no fears.

My twin and me,
Sister and brother.
My twin and me,
Always there for each other.

19, Twinship © Hope Beaulieu

Two heartbeats that beat as one
destined to share the show and join the fun.
From playing games to making mud pies,
and remember the time you had that black eye?

With each breath you take, I take one too.
Every beat of your heart I’m there with you.

We are alike; this much is true
I look in the mirror and I see you.
Same eyes, hair, lips, and build.
I’m just so lucky to look like you.

The differences are there when you take a close look or stare.
You’re outgoing, strong, and have a confident air.

With each step of my life I look back to see,
No one but you standing there with me.
We are bonded together with a special flare.
It cannot falter and will never fail.

And so my twin with yet another prayer,
I look to the heavens and thank God you’ve been there
Through all the crying your shoulders had to bear
The laughing and talking and showing you care.

Life’s roads have led us down separate paths,
The miles are between us, but that will not last
‘Cause God had bonded us with His special art,
The art of Twinship that never parts.

two moons will manifest,
medallions in a purple sky,
so while one illuminates

a country lane, the other
guides a stray fisherman
back to familiar shores.

there’ll be two willows,
laughing in the breeze,
so while one protects

delicate baby finches,
the limbs of the other
become climbing ropes.

two flowers will rise,
burgeoning with colour,
so while one is plucked

to offer some comfort,
the other willingly
surrenders to bees.

there’ll be two rivers,
forging their own paths,
so while one might slow

down to broaden and
explore, the other gives
way to vital rapids.

To my sleeping Twinkles,
Tucked up warm in bed,
Tonight is the historical night
Mammas like me dread.
Tonight you’re still my babies,
Tomorrow you’ll be grown,
You’re starting your first day at school,
(I shouldn’t really moan).
But I remember your first breaths,
Your first words and your first steps,
Watching you grow up in three short years,
It’s left me feeling blessed.
Now you’ll meet new friends,
And I’ll hear names that I don’t know,
I can only hope they treat you well,
I’m not sure I want to let you go.
Your new teacher will be guiding you,
She’ll teach you all the time,
Please don’t forget that up ’til now,
All your lessons have been mine.
When I see you dressed in the morning,
In your blazers, ties and shoes,
It’s going to serve as a reminder,
Of the tiny outfits I used to choose.
I can’t believe this day is here,
It’s seemed to come so fast,
As we’re preparing for your future,
I can’t help thinking of the past.
You guys used to be so tiny,
You still are in my eyes,
But look at you all ready to go,
Your morning kisses are my greatest surprise.
Good night my baby Twinkles,
I made you both from scratch,
I hope you sleep better than I probably will,
You need energy to help you run and catch.
Good luck in your first day at school,
I know you’ll do just fine,
Just please remember to give me one last kiss,
And whisper “love you Mamma of mine”.

Being a twin is not always easy
Why is everyone so blind?
I may look like my brother,
But I am one of a kind.

I want to be noticed
For the person that’s me.
My brother is special too,
Why can’t we both be?

We don’t like the same things
We don’t always agree
We are two individuals
Brother and Me.

We don’t mean to be rivals
Just friends and brothers
Unique and separate spirits
Defending each other.

We share much in common
It’s easy to see-
I am not my brother
And he is not me.

Baby loss awareness week
Please don’t be ashamed to speak
A week for some, a lifetime for others
Although they’re not here, we are still mothers

For those of us whos scars run deep
With a heart that stings and eyes that weep
I wish for all that you’ll never know,
This heartache, pain and deep sorrow

Emptiness inside,
emptiness in the crib,
Phantom flutters here and there,
make me believe.
Why did this happen?
To someone who cares so deep?
Arms full of joy, but grieving within.
Lord give me strength to carry on for him.
For he is the “one who rejoices” and
she’s my “beloved wished for child”.
Twins formed together,
and together they will be,
one in Heaven and one in Earth,
protecting mommy in all she needs.

I lived my life inside you
Cocooned in all your love
So mummy, daddy, please don’t cry
I’m still with you, just up above.

I felt your every heartbeat
It’s my sweetest melody
And for every heavenly bedtime
The angels play it back to me.

I know how much that I am wanted
I feel so very blessed
Of all the mummy’s and daddy’s in all the world
I got the very best!

You think of me in all your waking hours
And on those sleepless nights
Just look out the window and you’ll find me
The brightest star, the most dazzling light.

I’m that little breeze in the summer
And I’m the birds singing in the trees
I’m the rainbow in the sky
So that you remember we are always together.

I know how much it hurt your soul
When we had to say goodbye
But I’m not gone, i’m always here
I’m your sweet little bubble bee.

Loving and sharing before we were born,
Trials and tests together we bore,
Living and laughing our lives we did share,
People would say, just look at this pair!
Two separate people, but hard to compare.
The tricks we would play. Oh, what can I say?
I’m glad I was born a twin on that special July day!

April, on whose wings
Ride all gracious things,
Like the star that brings
All things good to man,
Ere his light, that yet
Makes the month shine, set,
And fair May forget
Whence her birth began,

Brings, as heart would choose,
Sound of golden news,
Bright as kindling dews
When the dawn begins;
Tidings clear as mirth,
Sweet as air and earth
Now that hail the birth,
Twice thus blest, of twins.

In the lovely land
Where with hand in hand
Lovers wedded stand
Other joys before
Made your mixed life sweet:
Now, as Time sees meet,
Three glad blossoms greet
Two glad blossoms more.

Fed with sun and dew,
While your joys were new,
First arose and grew
One bright olive-shoot:
Then a fair and fine
Slip of warm-haired pine
Felt the sweet sun shine
On its leaf and fruit,

And it wore for mark
Graven on the dark
Beauty of its bark
That the noblest name
Worn in song of old
By the king whose bold
Hand had fast in hold
All the flower of fame.

Then, with southern skies
Flattered in her eyes,
Which, in lovelier wise
Yet, reflect their blue
Brightened more, being bright
Here with life’s delight,
And with love’s live light
Glorified anew,

Came, as fair as came
One who bore her name
(She that broke as flame
From the swan-shell white),
Crowned with tender hair
Only, but more fair
Than all queens that were
Themes of oldworld fight,

Of your flowers the third
Bud, or new-fledged bird
In your hearts’ nest heard
Murmuring like a dove
Bright as those that drew
Over waves where blew
No loud wind the blue
Heaven-hued car of love.

Not the glorious grace
Even of that one face
Potent to displace
All the towers of Troy
Surely shone more clear
Once with childlike cheer
Than this child’s face here
Now with living joy.

After these again
Here in April’s train
Breaks the bloom of twain
Blossoms in one birth
For a crown of May
On the front of day
When he takes his way
Over heaven and earth.

Half a heavenly thing
Given from heaven to Spring
By the sun her king,
Half a tender toy,
Seems a child of curl
Yet too soft to twirl;
Seems the flower-sweet girl
By the flower-bright boy.

All the kind gods’ grace,
All their love, embrace
Ever either face,
Ever brood above them:
All soft wings of hours
Screen them as with flowers
From all beams and showers:
All life’s seasons love them

When the dews of sleep
Falling lightliest keep
Eyes too close to peep
Forth and laugh off rest,
Joy from face to feet
Fill them, as is meet:
Life to them be sweet
As their mother’s breast

When those dews are dry,
And in day’s bright eye
Looking full they lie
Bright as rose and pearl,
All returns of joy
Pure of time’s alloy
Bless the rose-red boy,
Guard the rose-white girl.

Ye seem not, sweet ones, formed for human care;
Your dreams are tinged by heaven; your glad eyes meet
A charm in every scene; for all things greet
The dawn of life with hues divinely fair.
How brightly yet your laughing features wear
The bloom of early joy! Your bosoms beat
With no bewildering fear; your cup is sweet;
The manna of delight is melting there.
Twin buds of life and love! my hope and pride!
Fair priceless jewels of a father’s heart!
Stars of my home! No saddening shadows hide
Your beauty now. Your stainless years depart
Like glittering streams that softly murmur by,
Or white-winged birds that pierce the sunny sky.

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