Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Not your golden days
Nor your silver nights
Can call me to you.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Here I stay and wait

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. I stood upon a highway
3. A little ink more or less!
4. There was set before me a mighty hill
5. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground

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