Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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A ROUTE of Evanescence
With a revolving Wheel--
A Resonance of Emerald--
A Rush of Cochineal--
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head--
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy Morning's Ride--

1. Mine
2. I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed
3. Suspense
4. Whether My Bark Went Down at Sea
5. Alter? When the Hills Do

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