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Because I could not stop for Death? He kindly stopped for me? The Carriage held but just Ourselves? And Immortality. We slowly drove?He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility? We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess?in the Ring? We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain? We passed the Setting Sun? Or rather?he passed us? The Dews drew quivering & chill? For only Gossamer. Since then?'tis Centuries?and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity?
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