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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(The Guitar Man) Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp, Sister played the ringing tambourine. Mama couldn't hear our pretty music, She read our lips and helped the family sing. That little band

Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you? Float down Like autumn

I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies Turning on the world the way

муз. и сл. И.Латышко Мы построили снежный дом Из красивых и нежных слов, Мы не знали, что это пройдёт И на сердце снег упадёт. И не будем мы больше летать, И погаснет

There'll come a time when all of us must leave here Then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you As nothing in this life that I've been trying Could equal