I can't sleep
your kiss I can't forget
love does not die
nor fade like roses
I want, I need to be with you
trapped inside your eyes
wish you could see me
wish you were mine
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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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