To die -- takes just a little while by Emily Dickinson
To die -- takes just a little while -- They say it doesn't hurt -- It's only fainter -- by degrees -- And then -- it's out of sight --
A darker Ribbon -- for a Day -- A Crape upon the Hat -- And then the pretty sunshine comes -- And helps us to forget --
The absent -- mystic -- creature -- That but for love of us -- Had gone to sleep -- that soundest time -- Without the weariness --
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