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dickinson-series01_037-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_037-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	99	5	91	Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so? And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there; And yet your little draught of life Is daily drunken there.	cache/dickinson-series01_037-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_037-1890.txt
