Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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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. Blustering God
2. The trees in the garden rained flowers
3. I walked in a desert
4. Walking in the sky
5. I stood upon a highway

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