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 It was given to me by the Gods by Emily Dickinson 
						It was given to me by the Gods --When I was a little Girl --
 They given us Presents most -- you know --
 When we are new -- and small.
 I kept it in my Hand --
 I never put it down --
 I did not dare to eat -- or sleep --
 For fear it would be gone --
 I heard such words as "Rich" --
 When hurrying to school --
 From lips at Corners of the Streets --
 And wrestled with a smile.
 Rich! 'Twas Myself -- was rich --
 To take the name of Gold --
 And Gold to own -- in solid Bars --
 The Difference -- made me bold --
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