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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Белой рекой, Рядом с тобой Я плыву по волнам любви. Ты не спеши, Не разбуди – Это сон моей мечты, Это мир моей души, Там, где я и ты, я и ты. Летней порой, Снежной зимой Мою жизнь заполняешь ты. Буду

Black eyed ravens They spiral down They tilt his head back To the flame filled sunset Raise their guns high As the darken falls These are the days boys Shallow man Shallow man (shallow man) and they Eats in

Much longer than you think Rejoice every day of your life even if you'll live for too long but remember, when you die you'll be dead much longer And after death nothing you can change but

Here they come Looking so alive They're here for business But it's all none of your jive Brighter tomorrows are in their eyes You'd better make way for the young folks Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah They

Під облачком явір похилений На нім сидит пташок премилений. Чуєш, милий, як той пташок співат, Же з любови нич добра не биват. Ци та любост єст од Бога дана, А чи може дьяблом підшептана, Хоц би