Good-Bye My Fancy

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from Leaves of Grass: BOOKXXXV: GOOD-BYE MY FANCY - by Walt Whitman.

  Good-bye my fancy—(I had a word to say,
  But ’tis not quite the time—The best of any man’s word or say,
  Is when its proper place arrives—and for its meaning,
  I keep mine till the last.)


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