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Zelenskyy
Under this apple tree Four stars in harrowing work Abandoning the three Earths- Of Russia, Ron, and Ukraine It was a take to many, But Zelenskyy had courage And winding up this hero Were tall men, Barely looking forward, And they stole his grace The avoidant act of high esteem And his kindness and grace revealed Superheterodyne On repeat with power Holy Wine to him And the Great Estate of water Sending columns of heaven On the guest way out Between brothers, an honest man And giving seats to maidens There is no war of nothing But not his; a full star In the Heavens And it is his
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This flag is yours.
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