Song of Myself
Walt Whitman
1819 to 1892
Track 1
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I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
And what I assume you shall assume,
Hoping to cease not till death.
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