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Love — is anterior to Life Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Love — is anterior to Life

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Love — thou art high Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Love — thou art high

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Love reckons by itself — alone Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Love reckons by itself — alone

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Make me a picture of the sun Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Make me a picture of the sun

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Low at my problem bending Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Low at my problem bending

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Like Some Old fashioned Miracle

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Life — is what we make of it Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Life — is what we make of it

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Let Us play Yesterday Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Let Us play Yesterday

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Light is sufficient to itself Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Light is sufficient to itself

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Like eyes that looked on Wastes

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Like her the Saints retire Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Like her the Saints retire

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It was too late for Man Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It was too late for Man

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
It was not Death, for I stood up Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It was not Death, for I stood up

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It always felt to me — a wrong Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It always felt to me — a wrong

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The Gentian weaves her fringes Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Gentian weaves her fringes

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
It can't be Summer! Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It can't be Summer!

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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