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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 8, Poema 30
XXX.
VANISHED.
She
died,
—
this
was
the
way
she
died;
And
when
her
breath
was
done,
Took
up
her
simple
wardrobe
And
started
for
the
sun.
Her
little
figure
at
the
gate
The
angels
must
have
spied,
Since
I
could
never
find
her
Upon
the
mortal
side.
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