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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 2
II.
I
bring
some
new
drink
To
lips
that
are
dry,
And
ask
them
to
drink.
They
try
with
fever,
I
look
away
with
tears,
And
come
back
to
see.
The
hands
hold
the
glass;
The
lips
I
want
to
cool
Are
so
very
cold,
I
wish
I
could
warm
The
hearts
that
are
cold
For
a
long,
long
time.
Maybe
someone
else
Would
have
shown
me
If
they
could
talk.
So
I
carry
the
cup
Hoping
it
helps
Someone
who
is
thirsty,
If
someone
says,
Give
it
to
me,
When
I
wake
up.
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana