Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.

1. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
3. You tell me this is God?
4. There came whisperings in the winds
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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