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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 1, Poema 17
XVII.
DAWN.
When
night
is
nearly
done,
And
sunrise
draws
so
near
That
we
can
touch
the
spaces,
It's
time
to
smooth
the
hair
And
prepare
the
dimples,
And
wonder
how
we
could
care
For
that
old
faded
midnight
That
frightened
but
an
hour.
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