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I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy, To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand.
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So they show their relations to me and I accept them, They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!