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The Stars Are Old, That Stood For Me

Emily Dickinson

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The Stars are old, that stood for me-
The West a little worn-
Yet newer glows the only Gold
I ever cared to earn-

Presuming on that lone result
Her infinite disdain
But vanquished her with my defeat
'Twas Victory was slain.

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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