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dickinson-series01_098-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_098-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	159	11	92	To know just how he suffered would be dear; To know if any human eyes were near To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze, Until it settled firm on Paradise. What was his furthest mind, of home, or God, Or what the distant say At news that he ceased human nature On such a day?	cache/dickinson-series01_098-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_098-1890.txt
