Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
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For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
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My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
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I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
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Creeds and schools in abeyance,
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I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
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