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- Emily Dickinson

Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,

Then, I am ready to go!

Just a look at the Horses --

Rapid! That will do!

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The day of one's wedding.

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The Story of Little Boy Blue

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The Story of Little Boy Blue Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; Where's the little boy that minds the sheep? He's under the haystack, fast asleep! THERE once lived a poor widow who supported herself and her only son by gleaning in the fields the stalks of grain that had been missed by the reapers. Her little cottage was at the foot of a beautiful valley, upon the edge of the river that wound in and out among the green hills; and although poor, she was contented with her lot, for

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