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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book IV. Children of Adam: I Am He That Aches With Love

I am he that aches with amorous love;
  Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all
        matter?
  So the Body of me, to all I meet, or know.

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