Bind me—I still can sing—
Emily Dickinson
1005 Bind me—I still can sing— Banish—my mandolin Strikes true within— Slay—and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise— Still thine.
1005 Bind me—I still can sing— Banish—my mandolin Strikes true within— Slay—and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise— Still thine.
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