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That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

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Walt Whitman
Age: 72 †
Born: 1819
Born: May 31
Died: 1892
Died: March 26
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Walter Whitman
Softly
Wash
Sisters
Death
Night
Hands
Ever
Soiled
World
Incessantly

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