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Emily Dickinson - Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died)
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I heard a fly buzz when I died;
    The stillness round my form 
    Was like the stillness in the air
    Between the heaves of storm.
    The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
    And breaths were gathering sure 
    For that last onset, when the king
    Be witnessed in his power.
    I willed my keepsakes, signed away
   What portion of me I 
   Could make assignable, — and then 
   There interposed a fly,

   With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
   Between the light and me;
   And then the windows failed, and then
   I could not see to see.
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