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Thursday, 28. August 2003

From Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman



Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry.) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!




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