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Sometimes it feels like it’s not enough to be just me
The spine tingles coldly, The metallic, steely scrapes Of sabers rattling so close, And fear takes on all shapes.   So close that I cannot forget, That rattles come from blades,
No more bullets fly in Kyiv, On the burnt and black Maidan, The barricades can now come down, For the battle is now won.   Berkut no longer threatens, One hundred dead, no more,
Catapults and shields,Reform rings through every street.The men will not yield.
Through midnight gates at Nivky Station run teenage revolutionaries, raising Kyiv to the ground with snare drum steps, violin tremolos shout, They cannot stop us! - Sliding, gliding on aluminum bannisters,
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