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ON THAT NIGHT when the storm broke open my door.

I did not know that you entered my room through the ruins,

For the lamp was blown out, and it became dark;

I stretched my arms to the sky in search of help.

I lay on the dust waiting in the tumultuous dark and I knew not that storm was your own banner.

When the morning came I saw you standing upon the emptiness that was spread over my house.