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To fight aloud is very brave -
- Emily Dickinson

Yes, this is only the first line of a poem (which you may read in its entirety here), but I feel it is strong enough to stand on its own, especially for people who might need to hear it.

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Marvelous
Opaque
Orb.
Night-light
            for the world.

- Moon by Amy E. Sklansky

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Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

- selected lines from Fall, leaves, fall by Emily Brontë

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The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

- Autumn by Emily Dickinson

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