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dickinson-series02_129-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_129-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	43	3	95	Thine is the stillest night, Thine the securest fold; Too near thou art for seeking thee, Too tender to be told. Poem I. Let down the bars, O Death!	cache/dickinson-series02_129-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_129-1891.txt