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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Je voudrais la conna?tre Savoir comment elle est Est-elle ou non bien faite Est-elle jolie, je voudrais Oh je voudrais la voir Longtemps, la regarder Conna?tre son histoire Et son d?cor et son pass? C'est ?trange peut-?tre Cette curiosit? Voir

Can't explain Nor can I contain Control You have on my soul It's all I do I s baby dream of you I'm falling down When you're around You're the only one You're the only one I'm so wrapped up

На півночі вночі, де вітер сніг колише, Приходила пора зеленої пори. На півночі вночі стояла дивна тиша, По якій на білих лижах їхати Приспів: Я знаю, що буде коли настане зима Сніг ляже і всюди будуть

I guess I should have shut my mouth But I had to get i out So much for being headstrong, oh no Going half way out of my mind I know I was out

Can you hear me, are you listening, has your programme disappeared? I can see you, I am watching you, I've been planning this for years. I have blacked out you television, every