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dickinson-series03_036-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_036-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	114	7	95	So, wondering, thro' the hours meek I trudge the day away,-- Half glad when it is night and sleep, If, haply, thro' a dream to peep In parlors shut by day. And if I do, when morning comes, It is as if a hundred drums Did round my pillow roll, And shouts fill all my childish sky, And bells keep saying 'victory' From steeples in my soul!	cache/dickinson-series03_036-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_036-1896.txt
