Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!

1. Rouge et Noir
2. New Feet within My Garden Go
3. Suspense
4. Whether My Bark Went Down at Sea
5. Mine

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