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chapter-219		chapter-219			.txt	text/plain	554	34	86	I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea, I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me. Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat? I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. Behold this compost! behold it well! The grass of spring covers the prairies, The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves, The new-born of animals appear, the calf is dropt from the cow, the Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potatos dark green leaves, of sour dead. That the winds are really not infectious, That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease, Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once It distills such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor,	./cache/chapter-219.txt	./txt/chapter-219.txt