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So gleams the past, the light of other days, Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays; A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold, Distinct, but distant — clear, but oh, how cold!
Each of us is sure that such a terrible diagnosis as schizophrenia can be made to anyone, but not to him.
Good day
Sun of the sleepless! Melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel, How like art thou to joy remember’d well!