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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 12
XII.
As
by
the
dead
we
love
to
sit,
Become
so
dear,
As
for
the
lost
we
hold,
Though
all
the
rest
are
here,
—
In
broken
numbers
We
count
our
prize,
Big,
in
its
fading
size,
To
our
poor
eyes!
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