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Gold
Each day - the same.
There's nothing new that you can tell
And nothing's changed since when I came.
Each day's so gray.
No new emotions, no new thoughts
And no new feelings.
I may be changing every day.
And yet I'll change
The world will not, it will remain...
Nor cold, nor hot, but gray-
Each day - the same, it's like a game.
A theater's this world.
There're no new actors,
No new plots... and yet it's made of gold
It isn't worth to watch it every day,
Since their gold is gray.
