Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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I noticed people disappeared,
When but a little child, --
Supposed they visited remote,
Or settled regions wild.

Now know I they both visited
And settled regions wild,
But did because they died, -- a fact
Withheld the little child!

1. Going to Heaven!
2. Essential Oils Are Wrung
3. What Inn Is This
4. Forbidden Fruit. I
5. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch

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