| The Plain Masks of Daylight |
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| The night shade |
| A dark colonnade |
| The cypress, then the shore… |
| I sought comfort in the foam |
| The wind heals the pain |
| A pale November rises |
| You know how the days gone by |
| Even night sought shelter |
| Under the plain masks of daylight |
| Bitterness we wait… |
| We ate the fruits of rainy hours |
| As Ulysses looking seaward |
| We mocked our innermost abodes |
| We sailed on older seas |
| And reached the bounds of deepest water |
| A wreckage in the rain |
| But the wind heals the pain |
