That I Did Always Love, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

That I Did Always Love

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That I did always love

I bring thee Proof

That till I loved

I never lived—Enough—

That I shall love alway—

I argue thee

That love is life—

And life hath Immortality—

This—dost thou doubt—Sweet—

Then have I

Nothing to show

But Calvary—

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