44hunter45
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In a white room, with black curtains, near the station
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses, ran down moonbeams, in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles, on you leaving, my contentment.
Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses, ran down moonbeams, in your dark eyes
Dawn light smiles, on you leaving, my contentment.