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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 20
XX.
Bless
God,
he
went
as
soldiers
do,
His
musket
on
his
chest;
Grant,
God,
he
charges
bravely
Among
the
martial
blessed.
Please
God,
let
me
behold
him
In
epauletted
white,
I
would
not
fear
the
foe
then,
I
would
not
fear
the
fight.
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