Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the mountains began.
As they marched, they sang,
"Aye! We come! We come!"

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. You tell me this is God?
3. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
4. In the night
5. Behold, from the land of the farther suns

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