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dickinson-series01_018-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_018-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	46	3	99	When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour. Poem XVII.	cache/dickinson-series01_018-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_018-1890.txt