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I Found The Words To Every Thought

Emily Dickinson

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I found the words to every thought
I ever had-but One-
And that-defies me-
As a Hand did try to chalk the Sun

To Races-nurtured in the Dark-
How would your own-begin?
Can Blaze be shown in Cochineal-
Or Noon-in Mazarin?

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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