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Emily Dickinson lyrics
She was no longer a user
Don't think she realized we knew that
Not one to make a fuss
Why this and not something else
Wasn't it obvious?
She made such a hash of it
You can't help but notice
And a absence of tenderness
And who wants to live like that?
And friends turn their backs on her
And she wanted to stay home
With a box full of postcards
And no place to send them
Live like Emily Dickinson
Without so much as a kiss
Or the comfort of strangers
Withdrawing into herself
But why this...
And not something else?
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