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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
By Emily Dickinson
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it --
By Emily Dickinson
The Moon upon her fluent Route
By Emily Dickinson
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
By Emily Dickinson
Where Roses would not dare to go,
By Emily Dickinson
She sped as Petals of a Rose
By Emily Dickinson
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --
By Emily Dickinson
Winter under cultivation
By Emily Dickinson
Nature rarer uses Yellow
By Emily Dickinson
Some such Butterfly be seen
By Emily Dickinson
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
By Emily Dickinson
For Death -- or rather
By Emily Dickinson
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