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My Poor Ukraine
Nobody wanted to die,
Everyone wanted to fly,
To see each other and understand,
To live on our beautiful land.
But nobody hears the man.
Where is the one who can
Hear you and understand?
The one who would be fair
And always would take care.
I don’t divide men by the color,
But my patience became smaller.
Instead of the nightingale trills,
I have to take the pr...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 3:46 am
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