Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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If there is a witness to my little life,
To my tiny throes and struggles,
He sees a fool;
And it is not fine for gods to menace fools.

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. I stood upon a highway
3. A little ink more or less!
4. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
5. A slant of sun on dull brown walls

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