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Walt Whitman - Good-Bye My Fancy!
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Good-bye my Fancy!
Farewell dear mate, dear love!
I`m going away, I know not where,
Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,
So Good-bye my Fancy.
Now for my last-let me look back a moment;
The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,
Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.

Long have we lived, joy`d, caress`d together;
Delightful!-now separation-Good-bye my Fancy.

Yet let me not be too hasty,
Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter`d, become really


blended into one;
Then if we die we die together, (yes,we`ll remain one,)
If we go anywhere we`ll be better off and blither, and learn something,
May-be it is yourself now really ushering me

to the true songs, (who knows?)
May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning

-so now finally,
Good-bye-and hail! my Fancy!
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