David Bowie

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Eight Line Poem

David Bowie

Lyrics

[Verse]
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 Westside
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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