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I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
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In the swamp in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song....
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Let that which stood in front go behind, Let that which was behind advance to the front,...
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There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or streching eyeless years, The early lilacs became part of the child, And grass and white and red morning-glories and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird...
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Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)
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