Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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With eye and with gesture
You say you are holy.
I say you lie;
For I did see you
Draw away your coats
From the sin upon the hands
Of a little child.
Liar!

1. Blustering God
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Once a man clambering to the housetops
4. On the horizon the peaks assembled
5. There came whisperings in the winds

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