Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,
'T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.

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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