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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 46
XLVI.
My
heart
is
not
as
heavy,
Walking
home
late,
By
my
window
It
sings
a
tune,
A
song
from
the
street;
To
my
tired
ear
It
is
sweet,
Like
a
bird
singing,
Walking
this
way,
Singing
and
thinking,
Then
flying
away.
Like
a
small
river,
On
a
hard
road,
It
makes
tired
feet
dance
Without
knowing
why.
Tomorrow
night
will
come,
Tired
and
sore.
Ah,
music
by
my
window,
Please
come
once
more!
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana