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The Manner of its Death

The Manner of its Death
When Certain it must die
‘Tis deemed a privilege to choose
‘Twas Major Andre’s Way

When Choice of Life is past
There yet remains a Love
Its little Fate to stipulate

How small in those who live

The Miracle to tease
With Bable of the styles
How “they are Dying mostly now”
And Customs at “St. James”!


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Poem The Manner of its Death - Emily Dickinson