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A Moth the hue of this

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.


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