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dickinson-series02_158-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_158-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	48	3	93	She died, -- this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.	cache/dickinson-series02_158-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_158-1891.txt