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XXXVII. "If I shouldn't be alive"

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If I shouldn't be alive

When the robins come,

Give the one in red cravat

A memorial crumb.


If I couldn't thank you,

Being just asleep,

You will know I'm trying

With my granite lip!

The Complete Poetry of Emily Dickinson

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