Poems ✍️
  24.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

Good Night, Because We Must

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Good night, because we must,
How intricate the dust!
I would go, to know!
Oh incognito!
Saucy, Saucy Seraph
To elude me so!
Father! they won't tell me,
Won't you tell them to?


  Night Mystery longing unanswered

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