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+{{% verse %}}She died at play,
+Gambolled away
+Her lease of spotted hours,
+Then sank as gaily as a Turk
+Upon a Couch of flowers.
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+Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hill
+Yesterday, and Today,
+Her vestments as the silver fleece —
+Her countenance as spray.
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+— Emily Dickinson{{% /verse %}}