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4399	Millay, Edna St. Vincent	A Few Figs from Thistles			.txt	text/plain	2533	248	102	This edition of "A Few Figs from Thistles" contains several poems And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, He laid his darling hand upon her little black head, Sue tells her love what he's thinking of,-Sue's man's mind is like good jell-And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue And, "Little Sorrow, weep," said I, "And, Little Sin, pray God to die, As far as gloom went in that room, My little Sorrow would not weep, My little Sin would go to sleep-I think I should have loved you presently, Spread like a chart my little wicked ways. Who would have loved you in a day or two. Were you not lovely I would leave you now; I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, I shall forget you, as I said, but now,	./cache/4399.txt	./txt/4399.txt