Poem by Stephen Crane

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The wayfarer,
Perceiving the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
It was thickly grown with weeds.
"Ha," he said,
"I see that none has passed here
In a long time."
Later he saw that each weed
Was a singular knife.
"Well," he mumbled at last,
"Doubtless there are other roads."

1. Many red devils ran from my heart
2. And you love me
3. Blustering God
4. Tell brave deeds of war
5. I walked in a desert

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