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THE BLACK RIDERS: 42 by STEPHEN CRANE

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First Line: I WALKED IN A DESERT
Last Line: "A VOICE SAID, ""IT IS NO DESERT."
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."





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