A Hymn for Ukraine
Prayers quiet fears, / Smoke turns to incense, / Shrapnel turns to flowers, / Braided into the crowns we wear, / Clearing the rubble together.
Prayers quiet fears, / Smoke turns to incense, / Shrapnel turns to flowers, / Braided into the crowns we wear, / Clearing the rubble together.
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