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. I stood upon a highway
2. The impact of a dollar upon the heart
3. I have heard the sunset song of the birches
4. There was a great cathedral
5. If there is a witness to my little life

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