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dickinson-series01_056-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_056-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	115	6	91	The grass so little has to do, -- A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to pretty tunes And even when it dies, to pass In odors so divine, As lowly spices gone to sleep, Or amulets of pine.	cache/dickinson-series01_056-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_056-1890.txt