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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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