Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

The Way Your Little Finger Moved

AH, God, the way your little finger moved
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb a silly gilt comb
Ah, God--that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved. 

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

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