Lyrics by Walt Whitman, Music by The Dream Brothers
Now lift me close to your face till I whisper.
What you are holding is in reality no book; nor part of a book.
It is a man, flushed and full-blooded,
it is I!
So long! We must separate a while.
Here, take from my lips this kiss.
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you.
And I hope we shall meet again!