Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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A learned man came to me once.
He said, ”I know the way, -- come.”
And I was overjoyed at this.
Together we hastened.
Soon, too soon, were we
Where my eyes were useless,
And I knew not the ways of my feet.
I clung to the hand of my friend;
But at last he cried, ”I am lost.”

1. If there is a witness to my little life
2. To the maiden
3. There was, before me
4. Two or three angels
5. Walking in the sky

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