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Read the following poem by the North-American writer Emily Dickinson: I hide myself within my flower
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness...
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Mark the assumption that is true about the poem.