We Do Not Play On Graves
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We do not play on Graves-
Because there isn't Room-
Besides-it isn't even-it slants
And People come-
And put a Flower on it-
And hang their faces so-
We're fearing that their Hearts will drop-
And crush our pretty play-
And so we move as far
As Enemies-away-
Just looking round to see how far
It is-Occasionally-
Emily Dickinson
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