Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Ay, workman, make me a dream,
A dream for my love.
Cunningly weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.
Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
And -- good workman --
And let there be a man walking thereon.

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

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