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						Life -- is what we make of it -- by Emily Dickinson 
						
						Life -- is what we make of it -- Death -- we do not know -- Christ's acquaintance with Him Justify Him -- though --
  He -- would trust no stranger -- Other -- could betray -- Just His own endorsement -- That -- sufficeth Me --
  All the other Distance He hath traversed first -- No New Mile remaineth -- Far as Paradise --
  His sure foot preceding -- Tender Pioneer -- Base must be the Coward Dare not venture -- now --						 
						
						
						
						
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