Poem by Stephen Crane

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I walked in a desert.
And I cried,
"Ah, God, take me from this place!"
A voice said, "It is no desert."
I cried, "Well, But --
The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon."
A voice said, "It is no desert."

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. And you love me
3. I stood upon a highway
4. A little ink more or less!
5. There was set before me a mighty hill

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