Emily Dickinson - 590 lyrics

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Emily Dickinson - 590 lyrics

No romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man- As the perusal of His individual One 'Tis Fiction's - to dilute to plausibility Our - Novel. When 'tis small eno' To credit - 'Tisn't true -

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