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59474	Millay, Edna St. Vincent	The harp-weaver, and other poems			.txt	text/plain	9095	1017	101	The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while. All day long in the brook's uneven bed, It's little I know what's in my heart, What's in my mind it's little I know, I wish I could walk for a day and a night, "Come again, little girl!" they called, and I And broke my heart, in little ways. 'Tis not love's going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways. And she will not know how all day long between Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that. Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that. The love that stood a moment in your eyes, Loving you less than life, a little less Will know I love you, whether or not I do. I shall remember you with love, or season I cannot say what loves have come and gone,	./cache/59474.txt	./txt/59474.txt