And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
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And so beneath the weight lay IAnd suffered death, but could not die.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
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