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Leaves of Grass 24

Part of the cluster LEAVES OF GRASS.

24.

LIFT me close to your face till I whisper, What you are holding is in reality no book, nor part  
 of a book,
It is a man, flushed and full-blooded—it is I—So  
  long!
We must separate—Here! take from my lips this  
 kiss,
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; So long—and I hope we shall meet again.

Part of the cluster LEAVES OF GRASS.

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