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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Simple math Our love divided by the square root of pride Multiply your lies plus time I'm going out of my mind It was heavy when I finally figured it out alone I didn't get

Summer after high school, when we first met We make-out in your Mustang to Radiohead And on my eighteenth birthday, we got matching tattoos Used to steal your parents liquor and climb to the roof Talk

Знаю, я тебе нужна как миру тишина Как солнце и луна Но с растерянных небес ты так стремился вниз Ты так не верил в них Дождь пройдёт и смоет боль вины До конца, до дна Мы

It's been so long, since I've felt this feeling of reluctancy, this feeling of indignity, this feeling that I miss.. It's been so long, since I've felt this feeling of excitement,

[Intro] [Nas] "Two-thousand-four, yeah. L, whattup?" [L.E.S.] "Prophesy!" [Nas] "Yeah." [L.E.S.] "Prophesy baby!" [Chorus: Nas & L.E.S.] Disciple, Disciple (What?!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (STREET'S!) Disciple (Let's go!) [Verse 1: Nas] Word to mama, any lineup