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chapter-048		chapter-048			.txt	text/plain	534	40	89	Tomb-leaves, body-leaves growing up above me above death, Perennial roots, tall leaves, O the winter shall not freeze you O I think it is not for life I am chanting here my chant of lovers, I think it must be for death, I think it must be for death, Death or life I am then indifferent, my soul declines to prefer, (I am not sure but the high soul of lovers welcomes death most,) Indeed O death, I think now these leaves mean precisely the same as Grow up taller sweet leaves that I may see! grow up out of my breast! Do not fold yourself so in your pink-tinged roots timid leaves! Through me shall the words be said to make death exhilarating, are folded inseparably together, you love and death are, But you will last very long. But you will last very long.	./cache/chapter-048.txt	./txt/chapter-048.txt