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Eight Line Poem
by David Bowie

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 the 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, oh, oh, oh

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Written by: DAVID BOWIE

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Hello There

More beauty in eight lines than the entire Top 40

The Musical Wizard

top 100

Themanwhocameback2

No comments after being posted a year? Jeez. One of Bowie's simplest, most charming songs. Hail, Clara!

Berlin Trilogy

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 the 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, oh, oh, oh

Victor Von Doom

@Nothing is Real "Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky" should be all one line

Nothing is Real

This is 9 lines

nic

Thank you, I always didn't wonder what He was saying but now I'm happy I know.

Stephen hathaway

Monika Fan what was he on about then?

Joanne Hichens

It is eight lines because the last two should be counted as one.

XxTurtle RacexX

favorite Bowie song

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