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 "container": "Goodbye My Fancy",
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  "venue": "Good-Bye My Fancy (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1891)",
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   {
    "text": "Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is,",
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   {
    "text": "Let it remain back there on its nail suspended,",
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   {
    "text": "With pink, blue, yellow, all blanch’d, and the white now gray and ashy,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "One wither’d rose put years ago for thee, dear friend;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But I do not forget thee. Hast thou then faded?",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Is the odor exhaled? Are the colors, vitalities, dead?",
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   {
    "text": "No, while memories subtly play⁠—the past vivid as ever;",
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   {
    "text": "For but last night I woke, and in that spectral ring saw thee,",
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   {
    "text": "Thy smile, eyes, face, calm, silent, loving as ever:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "So let the wreath hang still awhile within my eye-reach,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It is not yet dead to me, nor even pallid.",
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