Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: ”Woe to my knowledge!
I intended to see good white lands
And bad black lands,
But the scene is grey.”

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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