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And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday -So much is true.
And why you come complaining Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday, - yes -but what Is that to me?
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright.
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