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I sometimes drop it, for a Quick-
The Thought to be alive-
Anonymous Delight to know-
And Madder-to conceive-
Consoles a Woe so monstrous
That did it tear all Day,
Without an instant’s Respite-
‘Twould look too far-to Die-
(Emily Dickinson)
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