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I walked in a desert.
And I cried, "Ah, God, take me from this place!" A voice said, "It is no desert." I cried, "Well, But - The sand, the heat, the vacant horizon." A voice said, "It is no desert." Stephen Crane
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There was a man who lived a life of fire.
Even upon the fabric of time, Where purple becomes orange And orange purple, This life glowed, A dire red stain, indelible; Yet when he was dead, He saw that he had not lived. Stephen Crane |
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