Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

1. Whether My Bark Went Down at Sea
2. Belshazzar Had a Letter
3. Mine
4. Exclusion
5. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave

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