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In London

You and I are Soldiers of Success Heavy weapon play For the darkening Sun I am abound To the drifting of our plan But pending Winter We’ll cast the snow away Pitches to London Are always for the Majors In this corral Is our therapy den More than that- We actually do agree And what is final is our trip to Scotland Yard We are in London And we are standing on the Moon The brightest day on our Ukrainian Lander A pitch to the King- If the four of us work hard It is the year Of the sharing of time In suffering, our voices are sufficient The speed of light Is our basic defence We’re on the Euro, And it’s backed up by science While playing chess And a magic crystal ball Whatever outcome, We are playing for keeps Our Christian homeland No the devil does not care And speaking of you, The madman of religion You have a place, in the scandalest book I ride this horse And I am Man of a Thousand Years in pain, But not without my friends We’re swimming high, on the dark side of the Moon Plentiful seas, And our Steadfast Euro mates In Summer time, we’ll develop the photos Secret new meme Laying plans on the table For forty years- It’s a mission success.

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β€” For Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy 🍾