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dickinson-series01_076-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_076-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	48	4	95	A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem. The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go.	cache/dickinson-series01_076-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_076-1890.txt