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dickinson-series03_089-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_089-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	45	3	95	To my quick ear the leaves conferred; The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature's sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide, The walls began to tell; Creation seemed a mighty crack To make me visible.	cache/dickinson-series03_089-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_089-1896.txt
