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Walt Whitman - City Of Orgies
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CITY of orgies, walks and joys!
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make
         you illustrious,
Not the pageants of you—not your shifting tableaux, your spectacles,
         repay me;
Not the interminable rows of your houses—nor the ships at the
         wharves,
Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows, with
         goods in them;
Nor to converse with learn`d persons, or bear my share in the soiree
         or feast;
Not those—but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash
         of eyes offering me love,
Offering response to my own—these repay me;
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.
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