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Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain;Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again;Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deathEven as I speak, for lack of love alone.
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'One thing there's no getting by- I've been a wicked girl.' said I; 'But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!'
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Many a bard's untimely death Lends unto his verses breath; Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.
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Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
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They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now.
Edna St. Vincent Millay