I can t sleep for grief.
I can t sleep for longing.
I can t sleep for wanting happiness!
Mother, how will I live.
Who will sing a canticle?
The word bower?
(I can t sleep, I don t believe now in service
to the king! The king s a traitor.
He s going to kill what I most love!)
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