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Mother your children are like birds

por Quesos La Saucedilla | Feb 16, 2026 | 1

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...

Mother your children are like birds

por Quesos La Saucedilla | Feb 16, 2026 | 1

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...

Mother your children are like birds

por Quesos La Saucedilla | Feb 16, 2026 | 1

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...

Mother your children are like birds

por Quesos La Saucedilla | Feb 16, 2026 | 1

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...

Mother your children are like birds

por Quesos La Saucedilla | Feb 16, 2026 | 1

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...

Mother your children are like birds

por Quesos La Saucedilla | Feb 16, 2026 | 1

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...

Mother your children are like birds

Mother your children are like birds

Mother your children are like birds

Mother your children are like birds

Mother your children are like birds

Mother your children are like birds

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