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The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.
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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O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure
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