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 Sweet Skepticism of the Heart -- by Emily Dickinson 
						Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --That knows -- and does not know --
 And tosses like a Fleet of Balm --
 Affronted by the snow --
 Invites and then retards the Truth
 Lest Certainty be sere
 Compared with the delicious throe
 Of transport thrilled with Fear --
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