Emily Dickinson Poem

Dying at my music!

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Dying at my music!
Bubble! Bubble!
Hold me till the Octave’s run!
Quick! Burst the Windows!
Ritardando!
Phials left, and the Sun!

Each that we lose takes part of us
Drowning is not so pitiful

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