Eight Line Poem

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

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Знаю дома ты грустишь Я ушел служить По другому, ты прости, не умею жить Пусть препятствий полоса наша жизнь Об одном тебя прошу Ты меня дождись Не надо забывать солдата Лучшая награда для него когда ты Письма шлешь

(Jon Anderson, Jonathan Elias) Hold still now for the moving information close to you. You could never force it in your life: this decision to break it. Without hope, you cannot start the

Сидимо на глибині, Б’ється течія у скронях, Ми кумедні і сумні, Ми всередині червоні. Так нам затишно удвох, Світ шукати нас втомився. Вчора йшов по морю Бог, Й той під ноги не дивився. Понад нами йдуть човни, Сплять кити

Ninety-five down the interstate Mile high on a jet plane Desert road or a downtown train It's all the same I can't outrun you Now I can move to another town And nobody to ask where

You feel so lost Like you don't have a soul to talk to You're down and out You wonder what you're gonna do now That everything's turning upside down And you can't get you're feet