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Emily Dickinson - They dropped like flakes
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They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
   Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
   A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass,—
   No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
   Can summon every face.
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