She Will be Missed
The self I used to hold so dear
Has faded into the mist
There goes the girl of yesteryear
And oh, she will be missed.
Has faded into the mist
There goes the girl of yesteryear
And oh, she will be missed.
She Will be Missed
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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