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                         Because l      could not stop for Death 
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                              He kindly      stopped for me; 
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                              The      carriage held but Just ourselves 
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                         And      Immortality 
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                              We slowly      drove, he knew no haste, 
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                         And I had      put away 
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                         My labor,      and my leisure too 
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                         For his     civility, 
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                         We passed      the school, when children strove 
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                         At      recess,      in the ring; 
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                         10 
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                         We passed      the fields of gazing grain, 
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                         We passed      the setting sun. 
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                         Or rather      he passed us 
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                              The dews      drew quivering and chill, 
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                         For only      gossamer my gown 
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                              My tippet only tulle. 
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                         We paused      before a house that seemed 
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                         A swelling      of the ground! 
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                         The roof      was s scarcely visible, 
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                         The      cornice in the ground. 
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                              Since then      'tis centuries and yet 
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                         Feels      shorter. The day 
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                         I first      surmised the horses' death 
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                         were      toward eternity. 
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