"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"Open your life wide, and take me in forever. I will never be tired-I will never be noisy when you want to be still...nobody else will see me, but you-but that is enough-I shall not want any more."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, “Heart, We Will Forget Him”
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