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Lyrics by Walt Whitman, Music by The Dream Brothers


My spirit to yours, dear brother;
Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you;
I do not sound you name,
But I understand you
I specify you with joy, O my comrade, to salute you,
and to salute those who are with you, before and since, and those to come also,
That we all labor together,
We few, equals, indifferent of lands, indifferent of times;
We walk unheld, free, the whole earth over,
Journeying up and down,
Till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras;
Till we saturate time and eras,
That the men and women of races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers, as we are.
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