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...help'd me. Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Song of Myself. Stanza 44. My feet strike an apex of the apices of the stairs, On every step bunches...

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