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Anchar In the desert, stunted and stingy, On the ground, hot in the heat, Anchar, like a formidable sentry, Standing - alone in the whole universe. Nature of thirsty steppes She gave birth to him on the day of wrath And green dead branches And she gave the roots poison. Poison drips through its bark, By noon, melting from the heat, And it freezes in the evening Thick transparent resin. Not even a bird flies to him And the tiger is gone - just a black whirlwind He will run to the tree of death And rushes away, already pernicious.
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Anchar
In the desert, stunted and stingy,
On the ground, hot in the heat,
Anchar, like a formidable sentry,
Standing - alone in the whole universe.
Nature of thirsty steppes
She gave birth to him on the day of wrath
And green dead branches
And she gave the roots poison.
Poison drips through its bark,
By noon, melting from the heat,
And it freezes in the evening
Thick transparent resin.
Not even a bird flies to him
And the tiger is gone - just a black whirlwind
He will run to the tree of death
And rushes away, already pernicious.
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