Stopping for no one, she makes her way.
Winter brings 65 below, and summer a blistering 135.
A dainty spring is not known here.
Instead she arrives in sand storms across the Gobi Desert.
Who can say she is heartless, cruel to be this way?
This is simply the way she was made.
Mongolia can not be tamed.
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