Poems ✍️
  04.06.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

So Glad We Are—a Stranger'D Deem

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So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
'Twas sorry, that we were—
For where the Holiday should be
There publishes a Tear—
Nor how Ourselves be justified—
Since Grief and Joy are done
So similar—An Optizan
Could not decide between—


  grief joy paradox perception

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