Days pass.

The days are drawing in.

Nobody broadcasts the reactions, or the condolences of a single living mourner apart from Putin s sympathy, as retold by Peskov.

Except for Bill, they were all in time.

Those days are over.

Those days are gone.

Double Dip Days

Shevardnadze s Last Stand?

The Dollar s Last Days?

The days are growing longer.

The days are becoming shorter.

The days are drawing in.

Her days are numbered.

In the winter, days are shorter.

Tom's days are numbered.

The days are dragging slowly by.

The days are getting shorter.

The days are longer in the summer.

Birthdays are important.

I hate birthday parties.

I hate rainy days.

Your days are numbered.

Your days are numbered.

The days got shorter.

Nobody knows it but me.

Not counting Portuguese, I only know Esperanto.

With the exception of virtue, nothing is more excellent than friendship.

Are the Dollar u0027s Days Numbered?

Days, maybe even weeks?

That there'll be days like this.

Those days are finished.

Heavy are the days and heavy are the nights.

How are you these days?

In spring the days get longer.

They have seen better days.

They have seen better days.

Are you busy these days?

Minutes passed like days.

In spring, the days become longer.

I remember those days.

I hate cold winter days.

I hate rainy days.

During the summer, the days become longer.

Days are longer than nights.

They had seen better days.