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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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