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  • Mother your children are like birds

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    Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native chamber, Soon we shall return once more.

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    Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother, your children…

  • Mother your children are like birds

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    Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother, your children…

  • Оптимальные временные окна для игры в Zooma как эффективно управлять ставками и рисками Zooma

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    Игра в Zooma является одной из самых популярных и захватывающих игр в мире азартных развлечений. Она требует не только навыков и стратегии, но и умения правильно управлять ставками и рисками. Один из важных аспектов при игре в Zooma – это выбор оптимального временного окна для игры. В данной статье мы рассмотрим, как можно оптимально выбирать…

  • Ein tiefer Einblick in das Spielerlebnis von Plinko laut Expertenmeinung

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    Plinko ist ein beliebtes Spiel, das in vielen Casinos und Spielhallen zu finden ist. Es basiert auf dem Konzept des Pachinko, einem japanischen Glücksspiel, bei dem Spieler Metallkugeln in ein Spielfeld fallen lassen und hoffen, dass sie in bestimmte Slots fallen, um Punkte zu gewinnen. Plinko wurde durch die Spielshow “The Price is Right” populär,…

  • Mother your children are like birds

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    Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother, your children…

  • Mother your children are like birds

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    Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native chamber, Soon we shall return once more.

  • Mother your children are like birds

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    Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native chamber, Soon we shall return once more.

  • Mother your children are like birds

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    in

    Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native chamber, Soon we shall return once more.

  • Mother your children are like birds

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    in

    Mother, your children are like birds, Their wings have fluttered into the distance. Mother, to the bright and native chamber, Soon we shall return once more.