Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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There was set before me a mighty hill,
And long days I climbed
Through regions of snow.
When I had before me the summit-view,
It seemed that my labour
Had been to see gardens
Lying at impossible distances.

1. Upon the road of my life
2. A man went before a strange God
3. And you love me
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. Two or three angels

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