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White Room
In a white room with black curtainsNear the stations black roof countryNo gold pavements tired starlingsSilver horses ran down moonbeamsIn your dark eyes dawn-light smiledOn you leaving my contentmentI'll wait in this place where the sun never shinesWait in this place were the shadows run from themselvesYou said no things could secure youAt the station platform ticketsRestless diesels goodbye windowsIn walked into such a sad timeAt the station as I walked outFelt my own need just beginningI'll wait in the queue when the trains come backLie with you where the shadows run from themselvesAt the party she was kindnessIn the hard crowd consolation for the old woundsNow forgotten yellow tigersCrouched in jungles in her dark eyesShe's just dressing goodbye windowsTired starlings I'll sleep in this placeWith the lonely crowd life in the darkWhere the shadows run from themselves
From Letras Mania