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Evil alone has oil for every wheel.
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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Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.
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She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
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Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that but some place set apart for it.
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Life must go on I forget just why.
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When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most
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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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