Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Supposing that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
A gardened castle?
A flowery kingdom?

What? A hope?
Then hence with your red sword of virtue.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. You tell me this is God?
3. There came whisperings in the winds
4. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
5. The ocean said to me once

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