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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Wherever You Are
The picture I see On the wall Reminds me of your Charming smile And every mistake I recall Again makes me feel So alone in this world Try to forgive Cause I cannot live without you And you know that I
Слухай Cебе
Тихо ідеш - не знаєш хто, не знаєш як, Зовсім чужа сама собі і все якось не так. Сама собі і все якось не так. І знов не так. Слухай себе, іди за своїм
Vibe
Call me your lover! If you hang around with me tonight I'll show you how to do, Something wicked if you don't have anything to do. You're looking pretty and you know that we should keep
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Муз: А.Иванов Сл. Д.Рубин За окном моим облаком седым В сумраке бездонном промелькнет, Двери отварит, в комнату влетит Нас с тобой закружит Новый год. В этой тишине и тебе и мне Старый год припомниться пускай, Чтоб
Gettin’ By, High And Strange
New York City was a stich in time when I stood all I could of LA Patchin' up the pieces of my tangled mind diggin' somethin' different every day yeah Soon as
