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 "title": "A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine",
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 "poet": "Walt Whitman",
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 "book": "Leaves of Grass",
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 "container": "Sands at Seventy",
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  "year": 1888,
  "venue": "November Boughs (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1888)",
  "note": "Printed in “Sands at Seventy,” the verse section of November Boughs, and gathered into Leaves of Grass as the First Annex in 1891–92, which is the arrangement the corpus text follows. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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    "text": "A carol closing sixty-nine⁠—a résumé⁠—a repetition,",
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   {
    "text": "My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of you, my Land⁠—your rivers, prairies, States⁠—you, mottled Flag I love,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Your aggregate retain’d entire⁠—Of north, south, east and west, your items all;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of me myself⁠—the jocund heart yet beating in my breast,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The body wreck’d, old, poor and paralyzed⁠—the strange inertia falling pall-like round me,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The undiminish’d faith⁠—the groups of loving friends.",
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