Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart’s pain.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. Blustering God
3. You tell me this is God?
4. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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