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dickinson-series02_149-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_149-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	140	6	85	How pleased they were at what you said; You try to touch the smile, And dip your fingers in the frost: When was it, can you tell, You asked the company to tea, Acquaintance, just a few, And chatted close with this grand thing That don't remember you? Past bows and invitations, Past interview, and vow, Past what ourselves can estimate, -- That makes the quick of woe! How warm they were on such a day: You almost feel the date, So short way off it seems; and now, They 're centuries from that.	cache/dickinson-series02_149-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_149-1891.txt
