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Mother your children are like birds

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 are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.

Verse 2

That endless childhood temptation –
Open the door and you will see,
A table dressed in Sunday white
And mother waiting patiently.

Verse 3

For as long as I can remember,
That white cloth always shone so bright.
In your room, dear mother, I know,
Every day felt like Sunday light.

Chorus

Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.

Verse 4

Maybe far from home and shelter,
My wings will falter in the air.
The star will fade, and after that –
No more nightingales anywhere.

Verse 5

Son, remember this, my son –
No matter where life takes your flight,
All may leave their mother’s home,
But none forget its gentle light.

Chorus (x2)

Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.

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John Doe

In a quaint little town, there existed a hidden treasure—a humble gift shop nestled amidst charming
cobblestone streets. Inside its warm embrace, the art of gifting came to life. Each gift held a tale,
carefully chosen to evoke emotions that words alone could not convey. From handcrafted wonders to
personalized keepsakes, every offering in this haven of surprises was destined to touch hearts and create
cherished memories.
The shopkeeper, a kind soul with a twinkle in their eye, had an uncanny knack for understanding the
essence of each customer's intention. They saw beyond the wrapping paper and ribbons, discovering the
unspoken sentiments that lingered in the air. With a gentle smile, they guided visitors through the
enchanting aisles, ensuring that each gift was imbued with love and thoughtfulness.
The art of gifting was not merely a transaction here; it was an exchange of emotions. Every purchase was
a heartfelt connection, where the giver's love found its way into the recipient's heart through the
carefully selected token. The joy of giving was equally matched by the delight of receiving, and the
recipients felt a profound appreciation for the sentiment bestowed upon them.
Word of this magical gift shop spread like whispers in the wind, drawing wanderers from far and wide.
Soon, it became a place of pilgrimage for those seeking to express gratitude, celebrate love, or simply
brighten someone's day. In the age of mass-produced goods, this haven stood as a testament to the
beauty of handpicked treasures and the art of meaningful gestures.
As days turned into years, the quaint gift shop continued to weave its spell, touching lives with its
curated offerings and heartwarming encounters. It became a sanctuary for the art of gifting, a place
where the act of giving was transformed into an unforgettable experience. For in the end, it was the
thought that truly counted, and this little shop had perfected the art of turning thoughts into gifts that
whispered directly to the soul.

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