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 Bathed in War’s Perfume. by Walt Whitman 
						BATHED in war’s perfume—delicate flag! (Should the days needing armies, needing fleets, come again,)
 O to hear you call the sailors and the soldiers! flag like a beautiful woman!
 O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million answering men! O the ships they arm with joy!
 O to see you leap and beckon from the tall masts of ships!
 O to see you peering down on the sailors on the decks!
 Flag like the eyes of women.
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