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Our share of night to bear
Our share of morning
Our blank in bliss to fill
Our blank in scorning
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards day!
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Our share of night to bear
Our share of morning
Our blank in bliss to fill
Our blank in scorning
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards day!
© Emily Dickinson