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It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow

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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not feel the Anguish go—
But only knew by looking back—
That something—had benumbed the Track—

Nor when it altered, I could say,
For I had worn it, every day,
As constant as the Childish frock—

I hung upon the Peg, at night.
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