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21 September 2020

Song

Summer for thee grant I may be

When summer days are flown!

Thy music still when whippoorwill

And oriole are done!

For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb

And sow my blossoms o'er!

Pray gather me, Anemone,

Thy flower for evermore!

Emily Dickinson