Doom Is The House Without The Door
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Doom is the House without the Door-
'Tis entered from the Sun-
And then the Ladder's thrown away,
Because Escape-is done-
'Tis varied by the Dream
Of what they do outside-
Where Squirrels play-and Berries die-
And Hemlocks-bow-to God-
Emily Dickinson
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