She died—this was the way she died by Emily Dickinson Lyrics
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She died—this was the way she died
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side
She died—this was the way she died
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side