Poems ✍️
  21.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

If I Shouldn'T Be Alive

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If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.

If I couldn't thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'm trying
Why my Granite lip!


  memory gratitude Remembrance loss

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