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On and on eternally shall your altered fluid run, bud and bloom and go to seed; but your singing days are done
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
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On And On Eternally Shall Your Altered

Edna St. Vincent Millay
On and on eternally shall your altered fluid run, bud and bloom and go to seed; but your singing days are done
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