Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Vanished

She died, - this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.

Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

1. Lost Faith
2. Fire
3. Ventures
4. Disenchantment
5. I Have a King Who Does Not Speak

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