O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
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O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is
playing within me.
| from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman | |
| Among the Multitude | That Shadow My Likeness 
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