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O Living Always, Always Dying

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O living always, always dying!

O the burials of me past and present,

O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever;

O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;)

O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and

look at where I cast them,

To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind.

The Essential Works of Walt Whitman

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