пока я тут мечтаю об океанах и думаю как поднять моё Величество и помыть посуду, Ира написала самую лучшую в мире песню
Habitually, the night is melting in sun's beams.
Today's dream opens my eyes..
Now I see a differebt reality!
But can I accept it?
There are some dreams -
They mustn't come true.
It's like interrupting a bird's flight
A dream can only
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