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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 30
XXX.
VANISHED.
She
died,
—
this
is
how
she
died;
And
when
her
breath
was
done,
She
took
her
simple
clothes
And
started
for
the
sun.
Her
small
figure
at
the
gate
The
angels
must
have
seen,
Since
I
could
never
find
her
On
this
side
of
life.
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