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. "Think as I think," said a man
2. A learned man came to me once
3. The trees in the garden rained flowers
4. I walked in a desert
5. Supposing that I should have the courage

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