Henry David Thoreau (Генри Дэвид Торо)

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What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.

1. The Aurora of Guido
2. True Kindness
3. The Atlantides
4. Sic Vita
5. Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong

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