(idea) by yam Mon May 08 2000 at 0:13:50
From Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman:

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
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