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A blackout poem made from the lyrics of 'White Room' by Cream (Ginger Baker)
White Room - Cream (Ginger Baker)


In the 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
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves

You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

White Room
In the white room
near the station
tired starlings
ran down rainbows,
leaving my contentment
where the sun never shines.
Shadows run;
no strings,
such a sad time.
I'll queue
at the party,
the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouch,
I'll sleep
where the shadows run from themselves.

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