Poem by Stephen Crane

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Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
And nine and ninety-nine lie.
Though I strive to use the one,
It will make no melody at my will,
But is dead in my mouth.

1. Blustering God
2. Many workmen
3. I walked in a desert
4. Love walked alone
5. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds

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