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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 353 of 446 · Third Series: Love

Who?

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My friend must be a bird,
Because it flies!
Mortal my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a bee.
Ah, curious friend,
Thou puzzlest me!

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