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The Heart lyrics
by
Emily Dickinson
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain ;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering ;
And then, to go to sleep ;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The liberty to die
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