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What should I be but just what I am?

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Age: 58 †
Born: 1892
Born: February 22
Died: 1950
Died: October 19
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Nancy Boyd
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No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
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