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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 15
XV.
I've
seen
a
dying
eye
Move
around
a
room
Searching
for
something,
it
seemed,
Then
become
cloudy;
And
then,
hidden
by
fog,
And
then
sealed
shut,
Without
revealing
what
it
was,
Blessed
to
have
seen.
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