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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(муз. А.Укупник, сл. Ю.Кадышева) 1.Жизнь, бывает, порою не клеится, Ограничив всё строгой Судьбой. Это значит, что в счастье не верится, И у нас так случилось с тобой. Мы разъехались в разные стороны, И, родные оставив края, Наши

Nada que temer, nada que cambiar Por ti me olvide de quien yo era en realidad Contigo me quede, como un diamante sin brillar No quiero ser as?, espejo de tu vanidad Prefiero ser

Nobody loves anybody anymore dear nobody loves anybody anymore Life ain't what it used to be or seemed to mean before The moon is just the moon and the stars are only

Take the beautiful sting of a Scorpio A careless smile and it begins to snow And it hurts me to think That you might never know That I've got this thing about you In case

I got you online I got you on time I'll keep you all mine Until the sun will rise I got you knocked down Because of my sound Just turn it real loud And give a shout