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To my quick ear the Leaves-conferred-
The Bushes-they were Bells-
I could not find a Privacy
From Nature's sentinels-
In Cave if I presumed to hide
The Walls-begun to tell-
Creation seemed a mighty Crack-
To make me visible-
To My Quick Ear The Leaves'conferred
Emily Dickinson
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