Emily Dickinson on Hope
Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.
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Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.
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