Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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I REASON, earth is short,
And anguish absolute.
And many hurt;
But what of that?
  
I reason, we could die:
The best vitality
Cannot excel decay;
But what of that?
  
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new equation given;
But what of that?

1. Good Night! Which Put the Candle out?
2. Deed
3. Remorse
4. The Shelter
5. Time's Lesson

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