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Emily Dickinson - The face I carry with me—last
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The face I carry with me—last—
When I go out of Time—
To take my Rank—by—in the West—
That face—will just be thine—

I`ll hand it to the Angel—
That—Sir—was my Degree—
In Kingdoms—you have heard the Raised—
Refer to—possibly.

He`ll take it—scan it—step aside—
Return—with such a crown
As Gabriel—never capered at—
And beg me put it on—

And then—he`ll turn me round and round—
To an admiring sky—
As one that bore her Master`s name—
Sufficient Royalty!
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