Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Once, I knew a fine song,
-- It is true, believe me --
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, ”Come back, little thoughts!”
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.

1. Love walked alone
2. To the maiden
3. If there is a witness to my little life
4. Tell brave deeds of war
5. Walking in the sky

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