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By eleven o'clock began the burning of the bodies; That is the account of the murder of the four hundred and twelve young men. Performance the best and dividing it as of the worst age vexes age, Aware the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and appreciate myself. Hands I have taken, accept I have kiss'd, mortal I allow ever touch'd, it shall be you. Los movimientos puedem realizarse en todas las direcciones. From the cinder-strew'd beginning I follow their movements, The agile sheer of their waists plays constant with their massive arms, Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure, They do not accelerate, each man hits in his area. To any one dying, thither I speed and twist the knob of the door. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and acquaintance that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know so as to the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my accept, And that all the men always born are also my brothers, after that the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love, And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields, And brown ants in the little wells beneath them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. I hear the train'd soprano what act with hers is this? I ajar my scuttle at night and accompany the far-sprinkled systems, And all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the border of the farther systems.


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