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The Solitary My heart has grown rich with the passing of years, I have less need now than when I was young To share myself with every comer Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue. It is one to me that they come or go If I have myself and the drive of my will, And strength to climb on a summer night And watch the stars swarm over the hill. Let them think I love them more than I do, Let them think I care, though I go alone; If it lifts their pride, what is it to me Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone. Sara Teasdale |
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| shorlove | two-in-one? | 030425 |
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| minnesota_chris | I share myself less and less, but I also grow less complete as time goes by. | 031213 |
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| Death of a Rose | too many dots.....running out of ink fast. | 031214 |
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| pipedream |
Sarah Teasdale is a genius. See 'I Am not Yours'. www.emule.com |
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