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dickinson-series03_037-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_037-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	47	4	88	It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less Than I reviled myself For entertaining plated wares Upon my silver shelf.	cache/dickinson-series03_037-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_037-1896.txt