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dickinson-series03_158-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_158-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	73	5	101	I thought that storm was brief, -- The maddest, quickest by; But Nature lost the date of this, And left it in the sky. It burned me in the night, It blistered in my dream; It sickened fresh upon my sight With every morning's beam.	cache/dickinson-series03_158-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_158-1896.txt