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It's not true that life is one damn thing after another it is one damn thing over and over.
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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Time can make soft that iron wood.
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Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
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O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure
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But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.
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Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
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Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
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Life must go on I forget just why.
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If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
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