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Emily Dickinson
I Held a Jewel
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I
held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, "Twill keep"
I
woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
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