It's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, and all the meadows wide, Be sure you count, should I forget, -- some one the sun could tell,-- This, and my heart, and all the bees which in the clover dwell.
-Emily Dickinson

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