Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?

1. A spirit sped
2. The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
3. The ocean said to me once
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. Walking in the sky

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