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I
talk always to the man who walks along with me;
-men who talk to themselves hope to talk to God someday-
My soliloquies amount to discussions with this old friend.
who taught me the secret of loving human beings
And when the day arrives for the last leaving of all,
and the ship that never returns to port is ready to go,
you´ll find me on board, light, with few belongings,
almost naked like the children of the sea."
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