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The crocus stirs her lids,
Rhodora's cheek is crimson, --
She's
dreaming
of the woods.
Dickinson - Two - Complete
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The crocus stirs her lids,
Rhodora's cheek is crimson, --
She's
dreaming
of the woods.
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