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Epitaph
by:
Edna St. Vincent Millay
(1892-1950)
Heap not on this mound
Roses that she loved so well;
Why bewilder her with roses,
That she cannot see or smell?
She is happy where she lies
With the dust upon her eyes.
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poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay