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I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. what hours, o what black hours we have spent. this night? what sights you, heart, saw, ways you went? and more must, in yet longer lights delay. with witness i speak this. but where i say. hours i mean years, mean life. and my lament, is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent. to dearest him that lives alas away? i am gall, i am heartburn. god,s most deep decree. bitter would have me taste: my taste was me: bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse. selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. i see the lost are like this, and their scourge to be, as i am mine, their sweating selves: but worse.