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Edna St. Vincent Millay

It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another – it’s one damn thing over and over.

It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another – it’s one damn thing over and over.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

She loves me all that she can,

She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

And her voice is a string of colored beads,

And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.