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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 3
III.
The
dream
goes
away,
not
real.
The
sky
we
want
Is
like
a
bee
That
a
boy
chases
In
summer;
It
goes
to
a
flower
—
Then
flies
away;
Then
to
the
clouds
It
goes
up
high
Not
caring
about
the
boy
Looking
at
the
sky.
Missing
sweet
honey,
The
bee
does
not
fly
To
make
that
special
kind.
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