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dickinson-series01_095-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_095-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	49	2	83	The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning skipped like mice; The thunder crumbled like a stuff -- How good to be safe in tombs, Where nature's temper cannot reach, Nor vengeance ever comes! Poem XVI. REFUGE.	cache/dickinson-series01_095-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_095-1890.txt