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My years of illness never mendMy dreams undreamt and sleep unslept;Or fancies unacted and tears unwept.With inept gesturesThe festering childhood knows no end.Manhood upon me lies aheadClouded by dread memories, forgotten yet.Recurrence assured: rememberers forget.The man forgives but the child livesWith shrouded head