Tossing and turning, covering then uncovering herself… When will the night end? But the night outside could never have wrought more torment than the night within. A short wind rattled the latch on her window, but the atmosphere around her remained defiantly still.
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Requiem
Sing now
Sing sweet whispers of hope and sun
Dry your tears, hum lullabies
Behind the cloud a light shines
Beyond your pain your strength resides