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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 4
IV.
We
cover
your
sweet
face.
Not
because
we
tire
of
you,
But
because
you
tire
of
us;
Remember,
as
you
leave,
We
follow
you
until
You
notice
us
no
more,
And
then,
sadly,
turn
away
To
think
of
you
again
and
again,
And
blame
the
little
love
We
were
happy
to
show,
Grown,
sweet,
a
hundred
times
If
you
would
take
it
now.
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