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If Ever the Lid Gets Off my Head

If ever the lid gets off my head
And lets the brain away
The fellow will go where he belonged -
Without a hint from me,
 
And the world–  if the world be looking on –
Will see how far from home
It is possible for sense to live
The soul there -  all the time.
Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...



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