keep sweeping the streets
streets I once walked and knew well
sweep sweep the shades away
shades haunt alley ways
seeking poor souls unaware
loves lost in pain death
keep sweeping the streets
I once knew till ghosts are gone
sweep sweep what remains
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
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!
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