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REMORSE is memory awake,

Her companies astir,—

A presence of departed acts

At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul,

And lighted with a match,

Perusal to facilitate

Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,—the disease

Not even God can heal;

For ’t is His institution,—

The complement of hell.

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Steve Jobs