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dickinson-series01_093-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_093-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	53	3	96	I went to thank her, But she slept; Her bed a funnelled stone, With nosegays at the head and foot, That travellers had thrown, Who went to thank her; But she slept. 'T was short to cross the sea To look upon her like, alive, But turning back 't was slow.	cache/dickinson-series01_093-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_093-1890.txt