Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
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For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
5q6Q+CgT0I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,紫金香^0I$B e!]3J _
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their紫金香er^ W'W!]O
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Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,紫金香^6N
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Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
.ftxD/] h:U0I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
K(C7xG*`0Nature without check with original energy.
