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Emily Dickinson - It is an honorable thought,
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It is an honorable thought,
  And makes one lift one`s hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
  Upon a daily street,

That we`ve immortal place,
  Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
  Flit russetly away.
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