I have this face that I put away
When sunlight calls the break of day
When blacks become gold and cloudy blue
I hide the person the nighttime knew
Dawn is an artist so inspired
Who, when the old face I've retired
Masks my vissage in subtly
With colors the public is happy to see
I spend the day as a pantomime
Reciting someone else’s rhyme
My friends speak fondly of the eyes
Of a person I do n...