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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXX. Whispers of Heavenly Death: Pensive and Faltering

Pensive and faltering,
The words the Dead I write,
For living are the Dead,
(Haply the only living, only real,
And I the apparition, I the spectre.)

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