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dickinson-series03_123-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_123-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	26	2	102	Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides. Poem XV.	cache/dickinson-series03_123-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_123-1896.txt