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I held a Jewel in my fingers —
And went to sleep —
The day was warm,
I said “‘Twill keep” —

I woke — and chid my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone –all beauty too
And now, a remembrance
Tis all I own — broken pieces, all alone

Emily Dickinson

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