Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the mountains began.
As they marched, they sang,
"Aye! We come! We come!"

1. Upon the road of my life
2. A man toiled on a burning road
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Supposing that I should have the courage
5. When the prophet, a complacent fat man

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