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dickinson-series01_094-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_094-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	45	2	84	I've seen a dying eye Run round and round a room In search of something, as it seemed, Then cloudier become; And then, obscure with fog, And then be soldered down, Without disclosing what it be, 'T were blessed to have seen. Poem XV.	cache/dickinson-series01_094-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_094-1890.txt
