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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
1120 This slow Day moved along— I heard its axles go As if they could not hoist themselves They hated motion so— I told my soul to come— It was no use to wait— We went and played and came again And it was out of sight—
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This slow Day moved along—
1120 This slow Day moved along— I heard its axles go As if they could not hoist themselves They hated motion so— I told my soul to come— It was no use to wait— We went and played and came again And it was out of sight—
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American