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 Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay Image by Matthew Carson at Yvesravenart | ||||||||||
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