Anton Davydov Biography

In the desert, dry and stingy,
On the ground, fried for days,
Upas, fearsome and stinky,
Stands and dies along in space.
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I'd like to tell you, guy
About the sound 'ai'.
So, once upon a times
There was a kingHe ruled the rhimes.
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Static evening, book in hands
And clock, which counts time.
On my knees I see the stanza,
Just four the other's lines.
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Here they are - pale sounds
Of primeval montane grounds...
Young lady's hands which are pale,
Pale, forgotten tales...
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When you are cornered and depressed
By people, dues or anguish.
When, undetneath the coffin desk,
All that inspired you, perished;
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