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dickinson-series01_034-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_034-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	124	8	90	If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.	cache/dickinson-series01_034-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_034-1890.txt