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Emily Dickinson Poem -
Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
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Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
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Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis my first night beneath the Sun
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Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis good — the looking back on Grief —
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Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis easier to pity those when dead
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Emily Dickinson Poem Time’s wily Chargers will not wait
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Emily Dickinson Poem Time does go on —
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Emily Dickinson Poem Through what transports of Patience
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Emily Dickinson Poem Through those old Grounds of memory
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Category: Emily Dickinson
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.