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dickinson-series02_163-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_163-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	139	6	88	And yet it tasted like them all; The figures I have seen Set orderly, for burial, Reminded me of mine, As if my life were shaven And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key; And 't was like midnight, some, But most like chaos, -- stopless, cool, -- Without a chance or spar, Or even a report of land To justify despair.	cache/dickinson-series02_163-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_163-1891.txt
