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I don't care if I will I live in Ukraine or not. Who will remember or forget Me in the snow in a foreign land - It doesn't matter to me. He grew up in captivity among strangers, And, not mourned by his own, In captivity, crying, I will die, And I will take everything with me - I will not leave a trace In our glorious Ukraine, On our land, not on our land. I will not forget father and son He will not say to his son: - Pray. Pray, son: for Ukraine He was tortured once. — I don't care if it will be That son to pray or not... But it's not the same for me, Like Ukraine, evil people Fall asleep, cunning ones, and in the fire She, robbed, will be woken up... Oh, not the same to me.
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Just at the moment when the Black Wind did not start, he laughed, he whistled and released the Black Bird from his hand. That Bird took off into the dark, cloud-covered sky and suddenly fell to the ground. And fell at that's why it's so unfortunate that it hit Belokosa and hit it And with what colors are associated with you season? Why? 68 in her face with black wings. On the other hand, Zima struggled, got excited, sat down on the throne, because it suddenly seemed to her that something was wrong with her beautiful face, she took out the mirror to look on myself, but the Black Bird will throw it all at her again, knocking out the mirror - and it scattered into thousands of pieces.
