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[In the Great City, as 'twere Hell]
In the Great City, as 'twere Hell,People who know each other well
Rub elbows and go blankly by
With a pretended stranger's eye;—
Yet this is better than the grin
Where all is cold and dark within;
Better than the wink or glance
Of the comrogue's countenance.
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