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Let down the Bars, Oh Death-
The tired Flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat
Whose wandering is done-
Thine is the stillest night
Thine the securest Fold
Too near Thou art for seeking Thee
Too tender, to be told.
Let Down The Bars, Oh Death'
Emily Dickinson
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