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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 5, Poema 5
V.
I
found
the
words
for
every
thought
I
ever
had,
except
one;
And
that
one
challenges
me,
Like
a
hand
drawing
the
sun
For
those
grown
in
the
dark;
How
would
your
own
start?
Can
a
blaze
be
red,
Or
noon
be
blue?
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