What Am I After All
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What am I after all but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my own
name? repeating it over and over;
I stand apart to hear—it never tires me.
To you your name also;
Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in
the sound of your name?
| from Leaves of Grass: Book XXIV by Walt Whitman | |
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