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Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?

Emily Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson
Age: 55 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 10
Died: 1886
Died: May 15
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Ai-mi-li Ti-chin-sen
Emilia Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Flying
Dews
Angel
Buds
Early
Bud
Among
Dew
Seen
Sunrise
Morning
Smiling
May
Angels
Stooping
Belong
Plucking

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