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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 47
XLVII.
I
often
thought
peace
had
come,
When
peace
was
far
away;
Like
wrecked
men
think
they
see
land
In
the
middle
of
the
sea,
And
stop
trying,
but
find
out,
As
hopelessly
as
I,
How
many
fake
shores
Before
the
harbor
lie.
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