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Epitaph

Heap not on this mound

Roses that she loved so well;

Why bewilder her with roses,

That she cannot see or smell?

She is happy where she lies

With the dust upon her eyes.

Written by

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892-1950 / Female / American

LinesWords: 634

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