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Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality.
We slowly drove – he knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess in the ring
We passed the fields of gazing grain
We passed the setting sun
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