Статус в одноклассниках: Привет, мрак, мой старый друг,
I've come to talk with you again,
Я вновь с тобою речь веду,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Ведь бросило зерно сомненья
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
В сон заползшее виденье,
And the vision that was planted in m...