Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Charity thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A pleasure of certain men.
In the presence of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. I stood upon a highway
3. A little ink more or less!
4. A slant of sun on dull brown walls
5. And you love me

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