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"It was wrong to do this," said the angel
By Stephen Crane
Places among the stars
By Stephen Crane
Two or three angels
By Stephen Crane
A man went before a strange God
By Stephen Crane
Ay, workman, make me a dream,
By Stephen Crane
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
By Stephen Crane
A spirit sped
By Stephen Crane
"I have heard the sunset song of the birches,"
By Stephen Crane
Upon the road of my life
By Stephen Crane
When a people reach the top of a hill,
By Stephen Crane
There was a man and a woman
By Stephen Crane
The successful man has thrust himself
By Stephen Crane
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