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We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer—
Till it an Antique fashion shows—
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now
- Love—thou Art High
- Mama Never Forgets Her Birds
- The Flower Must Not Blame The Bee
- Went Up A Year This Evening!
