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Walt Whitman

I Thought I Was Not Alone

I THOUGHT I was not alone, walking here by the shore,
  But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,
  As I lean and look through the glimmering light—that one has utterly
        disappeared,
  And those appear that perplex me.

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