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dickinson-series03_149-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_149-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	46	4	92	I breathed enough to learn the trick, And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must descend Among the cunning cells, And touch the pantomime himself. Poem XLI.	cache/dickinson-series03_149-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_149-1896.txt