3:20am

Sleep may come easy to a weary man's flesh, but what sleep is there that can mend a heart!? Healing comes in living but these nights are too long. I wait here in the mourning before morning and gasp at a hope in a song! I cant hear my breathing. These minutes just drag on... Until, I decide to break the silence. The strings of my lute whisper. "There is hope in this sad song."

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