My house

Sep 24, 20

My house The wind roars, the sea groans, Mountains of waves rise! .. Pale sun because of the clouds Rarely looks. Black clouds of mountains and destinies Rain is watered, For the harvest in Ukraine Everyone has hope. My Ukraine is beautiful! Generous and rich! And I'm proud of that kind, My house is on it! Although covered with straw And lined with winds, But it's best to live in it, The best of the world!

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