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Leaves of Grass (A Clear Midnight) - Walt Whitman
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Leaves of Grass (A Clear Midnight) Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass (A Clear Midnight) - Walt Whitman
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
        lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
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