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Leaves of Grass (1867)
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NOW LIFT ME CLOSE.
| Now lift me close to your face till I whisper, |
What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part
of a book;
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| It is a man, flush'd and full-blooded—it is I— So long! |
—We must separate awhile—Here! take from my lips
this kiss;
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| Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; |
| So long! —And I hope we shall meet again. |
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