Ruth Ann

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But these leaves conning you con at peril,   For these leaves and me you will not understand,   They will elude you at first and still more afterward, I will       certainly elude you.   Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me, behold!   Already you see I have escaped from you.
Leaves Of Grass: The First Edition of 1855 + The Death Bed Edition of 1892
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