Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair. Time, doing this to me, may alter too. My sorrow, into something I can bear.
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They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same but I dont think its possible for you to miss me as much as Im missing you right now
- Edna St. Vincent Millay