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Emily Dickinson - When Roses cease to bloom, Sir
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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done—
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun—
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this Summer`s day
Will idle lie—in Auburn—
Then take my flowers—pray!
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