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dickinson-series03_136-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_136-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	52	2	90	I wish I knew that woman's name, So, when she comes this way, To hold my life, and hold my ears, For fear I hear her say She's 'sorry I am dead,' again, Just when the grave and I Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, -- Our only lullaby. Poem XXVIII.	cache/dickinson-series03_136-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_136-1896.txt