Each that we lose takes part of us; by Emily Dickinson

1605

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.

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Emily Dickinson 1830 - 1886/Female/American

(1830 - 1886/Female/American)

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