The dying need but little

Emily Dickinson

1830 to 1886

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The dying need but little, dear, —
  A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
  To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
  And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
  Perceives when you are gone.

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