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dickinson-series01_040-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_040-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	212	14	95	And I had no more eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise. I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life, his porcelain, Like a cup Discarded of the housewife, Quaint or broken; A newer Sevres pleases, Old ones crack.	cache/dickinson-series01_040-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_040-1890.txt