I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart mu — Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

I almost gave my life long ago for a thingThat has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—It is strange how often a heart must be brokenBefore the years can make it wise.

— Sara Teasdale, Flame and Shadow

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