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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 7, Poema 14
XIV.
I
went
to
heaven,
—
It
was
a
small
town,
Lit
with
a
ruby,
Soft
with
down.
Quieter
than
the
fields
At
the
full
dew,
Beautiful
as
pictures
No
man
drew.
People
like
the
moth,
Of
lace,
frames,
Jobs
of
light,
And
soft
names.
Almost
happy
I
could
be
'Mong
such
unique
Society.
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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana
Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo — A1 Inglés | Cuentana