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dickinson-series02_135-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_135-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	85	4	83	I made my soul familiar With her extremity, That at the last it should not be A novel agony, But she and Death, acquainted, Meet tranquilly as friends, Salute and pass without a hint -- I read my sentence steadily, Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause, -- The date, and manner of the shame; And then the pious form That God have mercy on the soul The jury voted him.	cache/dickinson-series02_135-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_135-1891.txt
