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I
celebrate
myself,
and
sing
myself,
and
what
I
assume
you
shall
assume,
for
every
atom
belonging
to
me
as
good
belongs
to
you.
I
loafe
and
invite
my
soul,
I
lean
and
loafe
at
my
ease
observing
a
spear
of
summer
grass.
My
tongue,
every
atom
of
my
blood,
form'd
from
this
soil,
this
air,
born
here
of
parents
born
here
from
parents
the
same,
and
their
parents
the
same,
I,
now
thirty-seven
years
old
in
perfect
health
begin,
hoping
to
cease
not
till
death.
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