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In Samarkand
On a tamarind
Tree is etched a name
I cannot find
Anywhere
Else outside my mind.
In Samarkand
The wind
Blows the mane
Of stallion or mare
Even when there is
No breeze
In Samarkand
God was in a bind.
If the city too does not exist
I cannot have a fact wrong
I’m certain I have here and there
So why Samarkand?