Kiev

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A young mother bathes her children In the cold, fresh, Spring air The smell of Peony flowers blooming outside is her perfume. The children laugh and giggle as their father builds a fire

Barricades and Riots, Screaming activists, Dark faced politicians Countries plan their alliances, and their attacks. seperation is to come soon, War is to be waged soon.

The mother dries her children with white plush towels, and clothes them in white tunics, Pure and clean She lets them run outside to play with the goats in the grass, singing a lullabye

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⏰ Last updated: May 11, 2015 ⏰

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