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Leaves of Grass.
:The light touches, on my lips, of the lips of my comrades, at parting,
- The tracks which I leave, upon the side-walks and fields,
- May but arrive at this beginning of me,
- This beginning of me — and yet it is enough, O Soul, O Soul, we have positively appeared — that is enough.
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