Stephen Crane (Ñòèâåí Êðåéí)

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LITTLE birds of the night
Aye, they have much to tell
Perching there in rows
Blinking at me with their serious eyes
Recounting of flowers they have seen and loved
Of meadows and groves of the distance
And pale sands at the foot of the sea
And breezes that fly in the leaves.
They are vast in experience
These little birds that come in the night 

1. The Way Your Little Finger Moved
2. I heard thee Laugh

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