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Emily Dickinson - A Dying Tiger — moanedEmily Dickinson - A Dying Tiger — moaned
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566 A Dying Tiger moaned for Drink I hunted all the Sand I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand His Mighty Balls in death were thick But searching I could see A Vision on the Retina Of Water and of me `Twas not my blame who sped too slow `Twas not his blame who died While I was reaching him But `twas the fact that He was dead
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