bruised, torn and lost
I am weary of this life
my eyes clouded with tears
I will lie down to sleep
under the new spring warmed earth
to rest, mixing flowers and time
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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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