But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings. — May Sarton, Selected Poems
But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings. — May Sarton, Selected Poems
But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings. — May Sarton, Selected Poems
But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings. — May Sarton, Selected Poems
But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings. — May Sarton, Selected Poems
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But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

— May Sarton, Selected Poems
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