I am — yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes — They rise and vanish in obliv… - John Clare

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I am — yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes — They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live — like vapours tossed