31 июля 2026, пятница

Every dream that I dream Seems to float on by Like a cloud in the wind Way up in the sky. Every move that I make Seems to be the wrong way Like a cold black night After a summer's day. What can I do? What can I do? Nothing's the same as it used to be... Nothing's the same as it used to be... What can I do?

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