Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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I walked in a desert.
And I cried,
"Ah, God, take me from this place!"
A voice said, "It is no desert."
I cried, "Well, But --
The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon."
A voice said, "It is no desert."

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

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