Eight Line Poem lyrics
Tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
Mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down on the West Side
All the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky, oh, oh
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Eight Line Poem is a song interpreted by David Bowie