Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.

1. I stood upon a highway
2. If there is a witness to my little life
3. There was a man and a woman
4. A learned man came to me once
5. And you love me

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