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. 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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