There is a torment of the days and years, Born of the heart's distress, a life's despairs, A haunting horror, quite unquenched by tears. It brings thee darkness on the breath of dawn, Bedims the roses of the day new-born, And leaves thee lifeless, hopeless, and forlorn.
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