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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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TO THE READER AT PARTING.
Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face, |
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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