Poem by Stephen Crane

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Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. A little ink more or less!
3. A slant of sun on dull brown walls
4. And you love me
5. Blustering God

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