I know where Wells growDroughtless Wells
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I know where Wells grow Droughtless Wells
Deep dug for Summer days
Where Mosses go no more away
And Pebble safely plays
It's made of Fathoms and a Belt
A Belt of jagged Stone
Inlaid with Emerald half way down
And Diamonds jumbled on
It has no Bucket Were I rich
A Bucket I would buy
I'm often thirsty but my lips
Are so high up You see
I read in an Old fashioned Book
That People "thirst no more"
The Wells have Buckets to them there
It must mean that I'm sure
Shall We remember Parching then?
Those Waters sound so grand
I think a little Well like Mine
Dearer to understand
Emily Dickinson
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