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Sorrow like a ceaseless rain / Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,- / Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane, / Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town;
/ I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown: / Standing up or sitting down / Little matters, or what gown
/ Or what shoes I wear.