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On that dear Frame the Years had worn
Yet precious as the House
In which We first experienced Light
The Witnessing, to Us-
Precious! It was conceiveless fair
As Hands the Grave had grimed
Should softly place within our own
Denying that they died.
On That Dear Frame The Years Had Worn
Emily Dickinson
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