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Month after month I have nothing to live for;
    night after night brings me grief.
When I lie down to sleep, the hours drag;
    I toss all night and long for dawn.
My body is full of worms;
    it is covered with scabs;
    pus runs out of my sores.

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so I have been allotted months of futility,
    and nights of misery have been assigned to me.(A)
When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’(B)
    The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.(C)
My body is clothed with worms(D) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(E)

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