My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
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I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay