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I dreamt neath fluttering cherry blossoms, of worldwide unity of every nation, a silence of missiles, nukes, guns, as youthful soldiers slept in the solace of peace, Ukraine was an unharmed shining country, her people celebratory on the streets, they were waving olive branches, a dream of a poetess. ~
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