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    Hope - Emily Dickinson

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    Hope And on the strangest Sea - Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson Yet - never - in Extremity, “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers - It asked a crumb - of me. That perches in the soul -
    That perches in the soul - And sweetest - in the Gale - is And sings the tune without the
    heard - words -
    And sings the tune without the
    words - And sore must be the storm - And never stops - at all -
    And never stops - at all - That could abash the little Bird I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
    That kept so many warm - And on the strangest Sea -
    And sweetest - in the Gale - is Yet - never - in Extremity,
    heard -
    I’ve heard it in the chillest land - It asked a crumb - of me.
    And sore must be the storm -
    And on the strangest Sea -
    That could abash the little Bird Hope
    Yet - never - in Extremity,
    That kept so many warm - Emily Dickinson
    It asked a crumb - of me.
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
    Hope
    I’ve heard it in the chillest land - That perches in the soul -
    Emily Dickinson
    And on the strangest Sea - And sings the tune without the
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers - words -
    Yet - never - in Extremity,
    That perches in the soul - And never stops - at all -
    It asked a crumb - of me.
    And sings the tune without the
    Hope words -
    And sweetest - in the Gale - is
    Emily Dickinson And never stops - at all - heard -
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers - And sore must be the storm -
    That perches in the soul - And sweetest - in the Gale - is That could abash the little Bird
    heard -
    And sings the tune without the That kept so many warm -
    words - And sore must be the storm -
    And never stops - at all - That could abash the little Bird
    I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
    That kept so many warm -
    And on the strangest Sea -
    And sweetest - in the Gale - is
    heard - Yet - never - in Extremity,
    I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
    And sore must be the storm - It asked a crumb - of me.
    And on the strangest Sea -
    That could abash the little Bird Hope
    Yet - never - in Extremity,
    That kept so many warm - Emily Dickinson
    It asked a crumb - of me.
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
    I’ve heard it in the chillest land - Hope That perches in the soul -
    And sings the tune without the That kept so many warm -
    words -
    I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
    And never stops - at all -
    And on the strangest Sea - I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
    Yet - never - in Extremity, And on the strangest Sea -
    And sweetest - in the Gale - is
    It asked a crumb - of me. Yet - never - in Extremity,
    heard -
    It asked a crumb - of me.
    And sore must be the storm -
    Hope
    That could abash the little Bird
    Emily Dickinson Hope
    That kept so many warm -
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers - Emily Dickinson
    And sweetest - in the Gale - is
    heard - That perches in the soul - “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
    And sore must be the storm - And sings the tune without the That perches in the soul -
    words -
    That could abash the little Bird And sings the tune without the
    That could abash the little Bird words -
    That kept so many warm -
    That kept so many warm - And never stops - at all -

    I’ve heard it in the chillest land -


    I’ve heard it in the chillest land - Hope
    And on the strangest Sea -
    And on the strangest Sea - Emily Dickinson
    Yet - never - in Extremity,
    Yet - never - in Extremity, “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
    It asked a crumb - of me.
    It asked a crumb - of me. That perches in the soul -
    Hope And sings the tune without the
    Emily Dickinson words -
    Hope
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers - Emily Dickinson And never stops - at all -

    That perches in the soul - “Hope” is the thing with feathers -


    And sings the tune without the And sweetest - in the Gale - is
    That perches in the soul -
    words - heard -
    And sings the tune without the
    And never stops - at all - And sore must be the storm -
    words -
    That could abash the little Bird
    And never stops - at all -
    And sweetest - in the Gale - is That kept so many warm -
    heard -
    And sweetest - in the Gale - is
    And sore must be the storm - heard - I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
    That could abash the little Bird And sore must be the storm - And on the strangest Sea -
    That kept so many warm - That could abash the little Bird Yet - never - in Extremity,
    It asked a crumb - of me.

    Hope
    Emily Dickinson
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers -
    That perches in the soul -
    And sings the tune without the
    words -
    And never stops - at all -

    And sweetest - in the Gale - is


    heard -
    And sore must be the storm -
    That could abash the little Bird
    That kept so many warm -

    I’ve heard it in the chillest land -


    And on the strangest Sea -
    Yet - never - in Extremity,

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