Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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I looked here;
I looked there;
Nowhere could I see my love.
And -- this time --
She was in my heart.
Truly, then, I have no complaint,
For though she be fair and fairer,
She is none so fair as she
In my heart.

1. There was, before me
2. Many workmen
3. There was a man with tongue of wood
4. The sage lectured brilliantly
5. Once a man clambering to the housetops

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