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475 Doom is the House without the Door— 'Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder's thrown away, Because Escape—is done— 'Tis varied by the Dream Of what they do outside— Where Squirrels play—and Berries die— And Hemlocks—bow—to God—
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