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The Ukrainian's Boy Ballad
There are sad tears in that boy's eyes; Putin has invaded his motherland. The speedy missiles hit their targets, buildings and houses are razed to the ground, terrifying screams from unseen faces; death is everywhere, smoke hides every road. There are sad tears in that boy's eyes; Putin ha invaded his motherland. Mothers grab their children and take what they can; a poet from thousand miles away has written these moving lines, "There are sad tears in that boy's eyes; he has no mother, no dad, no sister: his house and playground was instantly blown away! " There are sad tears in that boy's eyes; Put has invaded his motherland. He cries out with a sobbing voice, he's walking with total strangers to another country... feeling cold and hungry." He holds a banner that says, " No war, no blood, only peace! " There are sad tears in that boy's eyes; Putin had invaded his motherland. He has miles to go and doesn't really know whether fate is good, or even unkind; he looks back drenched in sadness... there are no familiar faces or friends, he's alone, hurrying down dusty roads. There are sad tears in that boy's eyes; Putin has invaded his motherland.
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