Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.

1. Superiority to Fate
2. Hope (Hope is a subtle glutton)
3. The Forgotten Grave
4. Forbidden Fruit. I
5. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise

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