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1 ago 2015

Walt Withman, Song of myself

To behold the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate. Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low

Walt Withman, Song of myself


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