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dickinson-series02_071-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_071-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	44	3	84	In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down, Whose bonnets touch the firmament, Whose sandals touch the town, -- Meek at whose everlasting feet A myriad daisies play. Which, sir, are you, and which am I, Upon an August day?	cache/dickinson-series02_071-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_071-1891.txt