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Harrod
This book is dedicated to all the brave Ukrainian citizens who lost their lives defending their country.
Not too long ago
The smell of smoke fills the air,
it wasn't always this way.
Not too long ago, it was quiet.
Not too long ago they were still alive.
But now they're not.
Now the snow is stained,
with blood and soot.
Now they'll never get to see her grow.
The smell of smoke fills the air,
it wasn't always this way.
Not too long ago, it was quiet.
Not too long ago they were still alive.
But now they're not.
Now the snow is stained,
with blood and soot.
Now they'll never get to see her grow.
Not too long ago
The smell of smoke fills the air,
it wasn't always this way.
Not too long ago, it was quiet.
Not too long ago they were still alive.
But now they're not.
Now the snow is stained,
with blood and soot.
Now they'll never get to see her grow.
The smell of smoke fills the air,
it wasn't always this way.
Not too long ago, it was quiet.
Not too long ago they were still alive.
But now they're not.
Now the snow is stained,
with blood and soot.
Now they'll never get to see her grow.
Memory
They have walked for many miles,
for many hours of many days.
Time seems to standstill.
Hours feel like months,
and days feel like years.
Memories flood their minds,
and fear fills their hearts.
They have walked for many miles,
for many hours of many days.
Time seems to standstill.
Hours feel like months,
and days feel like years.
Memories flood their minds,
and fear fills their hearts.