So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem

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So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem

’Twas sorry, that we were—

For where the Holiday should be

There publishes a Tear—

Nor how Ourselves be justified—

Since Grief and Joy are done

So similar—An Optizan

Could not decide between—

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