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40.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek-
ing a livelihood, chattering, chaffering,
How often I find myself standing and looking at it
where it flits,
How often I question and doubt whether that is really
me;
But in these, and among my lovers, and carolling my
songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.
ing a livelihood, chattering, chaffering,
How often I find myself standing and looking at it
where it flits,
How often I question and doubt whether that is really
me;
But in these, and among my lovers, and carolling my
songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.
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