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dickinson-series01_106-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_106-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	111	7	88	Since then 't is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.	cache/dickinson-series01_106-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_106-1890.txt