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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If you should walk out in the morning To fetch your water from the well Good people please beware Little children do take care Watch out for the devil's interval When strumming through the woods

Я тебя прощаю, я не замечаю слёз, Между нами холод, между нами не всерьёз Слишком долго знаю, не подходишь для меня От любви не таю, значит все поступки зря. Припев: Никогда, ни за что, незачем

Стихи и музыка: А. Васильев Те же знакомые люди, Все те же портреты на фоне А мне хочется новых прелюдий, Хочется новых симфоний Хочется выпить по 200 С любым случайным прохожим, А в сводках последних известий Те же

There was a girl i knew she was more than beautiful She had a mind of her own,five foot eight or more (something like that) she was a real wild child and

I've lived enough to know that love's not everything you need God knows I know there are still so many things you wanna be I've seen enough to understand the pain you're