Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Behold, from the land of the farther suns
I returned.
And I was in a reptile-swarming place,
Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces,
Shrouded above in black impenetrableness.
I shrank, loathing,
Sick with it.
And I said to him,
"What is this?"
He made answer slowly,
"Spirit, this is a world;
This was your home."

1. Blustering God
2. There was a man and a woman
3. A god in wrath
4. A little ink more or less!
5. And you love me

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