Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil

Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and sherry draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!

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

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