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Each that we lose takes part of us;

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

Each that we lose takes part of us;
  A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
  Is summoned by the tides.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series
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