If I should n't Be Alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
If I could n't thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!
If I Should'nt Be Alive
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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