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 Amelia Garrick by Edgar Lee Masters 
						Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bushIn a forgotten place near the fence
 Where the thickets from Siever's woods
 Have crept over, growing sparsely.
 And you, you are a leader in New York,
 The wife of a noted millionaire,
 A name in the society columns,
 Beautiful, admired, magnified perhaps
 By the mirage of distance.
 You have succeeded, I have failed
 In the eyes of the world.
 You are alive, I am dead.
 Yet I know that I vanquished your spirit;
 And I know that lying here far from you,
 Unheard of among your great friends
 In the brilliant world where you move,
 I am really the unconquerable power over your life
 That robs it of complete triumph.
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