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Sweet Hours Have Perished Here; By Emily Dickinson

by Samantha EvansSeptember 23, 2019September 27, 2019

    Sweet hours have perished here;
    This is a mighty room;
    Within its precincts hopes have played, —
    Now shadows in the tomb.

AmericaEmily Dickinson

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