Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman

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¹ WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleased with the
sound of my own name? repeating it over and
over,

I cannot tell why it affects me so much, when I hear
it from women's voices, and from men's voices,
or from my own voice,

I stand apart to hear—it never tires me.

² To you, your name also,

Did you think there was nothing but two or three
pronunciations in the sound of your name?

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