Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

1. A Service of Song
2. Psalm of the Day
3. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave
4. Love’s Baptism
5. Our Share of Night to Bear

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