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. Love’s Baptism
2. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave
3. The Outlet
4. Resurrection
5. Rouge Gagne

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