Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer's day?

1. Поход почти окончен • Our Journey Had Advanced
2. Узнали цель Любви • We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Судьба — именье без ворот • Doom is the House without the Door
4. Если сгинешь в волнах • Should You but Fail at — Sea
5. Шлю два заката... • I Send Two Sunsets

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